park on bay street, double bay
"the grass felt soft underneath her bare feet as she strolled through the park. it was surrounded by trapping of "civilisation"; buildings, roads, boutiques, cars and exhaust. but it was easy to forget that. looking up to the trees overhead, she could see the silhouette of the sun. the rays seems to hit the canopy of brances, and disperse into a thousand tiny pieces, like little golden snowflakes."