Phillip Island

It was the little blue penguins that drew me to Phillip Island. Each night, they swim out of the sea and take their well-worn paths to their burrows, in which they will hideout during the light of day. Because cameras were not allowed from the place I observed, I was unable to capture this moment. But the island had more to offer. A boardwalk winds through the Nobbies, where the hilly terrain, dotted in little pink flower a la the garden from Howl's Moving Castle, meets the rocks and sea. A plodding echidna foraged in the grass, and grey geese, one of the icons of the island, foraged in the grass, unbothered by the passersby. Waves crashed, wind howled, and my heart felt settled.