Her spirit and energy infected the park, her father looking on happy and proud. I’m still spinning from having traversed half the world, the coffee I’ve just had has yet to kick into my system and I’m not sure what time zone I’m in. The girl falls. Her father picks her up, their blue eyes come together like steel beads shot against their flaxen hair. I feel the pang of fatherhood, my own boys a whole half world away so I ask to make their picture. His voice is instantly English, his original home also half a world away but also here now in Sydney.