Some mornings everything is amazing. Magpie songs at daybreak. Orange cranes in the fog above Heidelberg. Schoolgirls joking on misty-moisty footpaths. Old houses of Fairfield hidden behind evergreens. Stone pinecones atop Parliament House skyline. Attentive faces of those readying at tram doors. Contoured, gleaming motorbikes near a rowdy café. Blue where grid streets uphill meet the sky. Pencil-grey Palladian façades the city fathers could not erase. German backpackers studying their maps. The perennial certainty of a Burberry scarf. Hole excavators dig at Bourke and Spencer. Sun-dazzled dark waters of the slow river in early August. Slate-grey waters of Port Phillip.