After a relentless, tiring, and exhilarating weekend in Sydney, I realised it was drawing to a close. It was late Sunday night or early Monday morning, whichever you prefer. Around 6am, in any case. As our semi official ‘business’ (playing competitive video games) for the weekend had drawn to a close, we’d decided to stay out all night. We had, however, sadly and stupidly forgotten about Sydney’s lockout laws, which led us to very tiredly and somewhat drunkenly wandering around, lost. Our phones were long dead.

As we found water the sun began to rise. While half an hour ago we were all mucking around and yelling at one another, we sobered up, both literally and in spirit. We were silent, all presumably in reflection of both the night and the weekend. I was, at least, and I hope everyone else was. After getting more lost we boarded a ferry. We went to the top deck, at the front, and looked out on the water. It felt very nice. I wasn’t really thinking a great deal apart from how happy and lucky I was and how gorgeous Sydney Harbour is. It felt very nice to be so tranquil and at peace and with friends after an exhausting few days.