In Italian, the literal translation of “to give birth”— “Dare alla Luce”— is: “to give to the light”, and as I allowed myself to wonder and meditate on my daughter’s birth I kept seeing flashes of us surrounded by woodland, hearing the soft sweet bird song and the light fractals through bright green leaves. There was just one problem, my waking reality was a goldfish-bowl of a modern cul-de sac with a small yard overlooked by neighbours, and the only light I’d be giving to were the streetlamp around the house…