My great aunt has died and I am soon disappearing southward to attend her funeral + remember her with the relations. It is sad; I am sad; Mum is sad; but it is best and the tide rolls in, rolls out.
It has not stopped raining in Auckland for three days. Thunderously, lightning-like, horizontally, vertically, slowly, sunnily, wetly, darkly it has rained. It will clear; wan sunlight will break the clouds and One Tree Hill will be etched in light as I travel home from the airport. It suits my mood.