As we approach the longest night of the year, I have deliciously succumbed to the cosy pleasures of hygge: warm drinks, extra layers, early nights to bed after family dance parties.

This time of harvest was especially potent after the long slow gestational period of last year's calm, where, in those contemplative waters, new possibilities could bubble and swirl.

As we begin to receive the rains of early autumn, I've been finding the fat translucent-brown cocoons of the Rain Moth strewn about the parklands where I take my afternoon stroll.