Sometimes when I’ve been sick for a while and stuck in my tiny apartment for too long, and the lonely quiet and the stale air are too much, I open the door, sit in my hammock chair and watch the world outside. The enormous eucalyptus trees that bring a fresh, crisp aroma when there’s even a slight bit of moisture in the air are looking droopy and sad from the summer’s heat. They filter the sun through their leaves into shadowy patches of dark and light on the ground.