In my head life is a circle, the weather on a circle of summer, autumn, winter, spring. The tides, drawn by the moon, wash the beach clean from the graffiti humans leave behind in the shape of footprints. The weather, affected by seasons. Stormy in Summer, dry in Winter. Summer is my favourite time weather wise as my favourite weather is stormy. I love the feeling that anything can happen. It could stop, rain heavier, get windier or start hailing. After the storm has finished, the water gets caught on the rose bush leaves that surround my house. It looks like the leaves are wearing jewels. All the birds come out and attack the ground, searching for the worms that lie just under the surface of the soil. It’s like discovering another world. Like when you go to the beach. It’s never the exact same the second time you go. The tides have bought in seaweed, shells, drift wood and taken away sand, created little inlets and tide pools. The wind and water washes away the footprints and drawings from the previous day. I love nothing more than going to the beach with my dog Jasper, Mum and sister. Building sand castles, Jasper digging out the moats on command. We discover new sea shells that have washed up. Clam shells, cockle shells and scallop shells. Some whole and some barely there. We collect them, seeing how many we can carry, and take them back to the house, to our collection. On the way back, as we travel through the trees, I marvel at the flowers and leaves, the little bugs crawling on the leaves, trying to stay out of sight from the birds, trying to stay alive a little longer. After a long Winter, everyone welcomes Spring. The sight of roses, dandelions and sea daises and the touch of Hay Fever reminds me that we are one day closer to summer, to endless heat, endless swimming in the pool, Christmas. But before the festivities begin, the flowers bloom, brilliant shades of red from roses, white and pink from the sea daisies, and rainbow from the wattle brushes. The lorikeets flock from Burleigh Heads and the wattles end up bending with the weight. In my head everything matters. From the weather ever changing beach, the tiny bugs on leaves, the changing seasons and the flowers that line the gardens, everything reminds me that life is always changing, always in a circle.