Tourists converge on Nelson from December 26th and Tahunanui (Tahuna) Beach is overrun with those wanting (rightly) to take advantage of the good weather. It goes against my need for solitude when I go to the beach. However, I just have to go a little further and, suddenly, you are no longer in Nelson, but in a wild place, full of native bush. By the time I have crossed this little path I am in another world and I can watch the crowds on the beach from afar, enjoying the good weather.
I would tell the water its movements its blues and the sand then the shadows of clouds riding on its back then the morning light and the afternoon's then I would start again
we tied the moorings in the same direction as the sky we hung up our stories at the end of fragile strings which still broke although we held them well in the hollow of the fist *according to wordpress, the number of posts published
finally the sun
the very first day of spring
is in the puddle