Thursday, 20 August 2009

Love sydney.

From Broken Bay to Palm beach, there are four million reasons to love Sydney.

If you get up early enough, you'll see the mist and the moment it catches the morning's sun, enveloping everything in a golden blanket that spans from The Blue Mountains to Bronte.

Light bounces between blue skies, trees and the pavement. You'll catch the garbos doing their morning rounds.

The air is crisp and fresh. Kids walk through dew soaked lawns. Men and women head back from the gym, buying orange juice from the cafes that line the streets of Leichhardt, Paddington and Caringbar.

There's a song made by a great orchestra. It's comprised of the cyclists riding through Bay View, the school bells of suburbia, the waves at Bondi, the coffee machines in Surry Hills, the Uni student hitting the snooze button, Manly Ferry's diesel engine, a camera taking a photo of the opera house, the Gallery of NSW opening it's heavy doors, the lady's high-heels that echo through Martin Place.

When you get up early enough to see Sydney unfold, you can't help but love it.

You feel the pace of it's heart and get an overwhelming sense that it's alive.

In every moment, there's opportunity to fall In Love.

In love with Sydney and in love with it's people.