The sound of leaves crunching beneath your boots, the smell of fresh eucalyptus in your lungs. You look out over the hills, hazy in the morning light, the trees are blanketed on. The sun is glistening through the trees, shadows moving across the patchy ground. You spot bright yellow native flowers, and their leaves engulfing them from around. Birds sing, their melody drifting through the cool air, and the space you feel is that of quiet peace. It's a cool, clean and humble place, where your thoughts have space to grow.