New dawn

Trying hard not to sound too corny or over-the-top, but this pic of the sea and sky at dawn today seems to fit the occasion best: my daughter touched down in Australia this morning after two years away. So it really does mark the end of one chapter and the start of the next.
Still have to get through two full weeks of hotel quarantine in Melbourne before I can even think of seeing her face-to-face. But that's absolutely fine, because she's no longer in Covid-ridden New York City, working from home in a tiny apartment, dining outside in the cold, treading water while  and waiting anxiously to hear about yet another outrageously expensive flight home that's been cancelled. 
She's now safe and sound, back on terra firma in Australia; and that ever-so-slight queasiness at the back of Dad's mind - more like full-blown angst in the case of her mother - has eased for the first time in two years.
Her hotel room even has an opening window, and she's loving listening to the trams rumble by.
It's the dawn of a new life-chapter for all of us.