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.
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#2099 if I were… a painter
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
like the tide
as the tide has scribbled on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with emotions that cannot be dissected
haiku
a few grains of sand
have been jostled by the tide
a landscape is born
