Monday, 6 May 2013

i will drink a g+t in your honour (but not light a smoke, you know i disapprove)

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. 

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