A fine little SUNDAY, this last one. Damn fine and just what my head needed. I went for a mid-morning walk with the amazing Elize, who is not only super talented but genuinely lovely and smart and just old-fashioned good to be around. She bought me a latte and we walked from Clovelly to Tamarama and back, which is a thing very well suited to good talks. The picture is from Bronte, a little overcast, where the swell was strong and the tide high. I spent the afternoon gardening and tidying, and then made a 5 PM yin yoga class. Quiet, slow poses with long holds at golden hour in the leafy part of Surry Hills - some kind of bliss I tell you.