Little specks bounce around in the air as the sun goes down. Light catches on their wings and bodies; on spider webs in trees; and on the gumleaves. The air is warm, thick with the smell of gumtrees and ocean nearby. And thick with the sounds of cicadas, and birds calling out as they swoop in to snap at little insects. Waves crashing create a constant rumble faraway, reaching us through the ground. I breathe in, my lungs fill with the sweet summer air. I smile, watching the little insects dancing in the sun as the sun goes down.

The Australian sun burns in 15 minutes, but revitalises the mind, body and soul. After a month in the dark haze of Copenhagen, the sun has brought a fresh breath of air to my brain. Here, bugs fly in the soft light during dusk. Difficult to focus on, though a little more dreamy this way.