Normalcy seeps back slowly after illness.
Yesterday afternoon was just beautiful. It was a lovely still time, and I went to Oriental Bay. The old marina was peaceful, though not mirror perfect, but it was a pretty scene.
My wandering took me past the old Herd Street telecommunications building and I looked across Waitangi Park where, in years gone by there used to be a bus depot and a council yard. Now there were people playing cricket and other games on a wide green space.
Around the corner and in front of Te Papa, Max Patte’s popular sculpture, “Solace of the Wind” was glowing in the late sun.
Though not crowded, the walkways were busy, and three weeks hence, when daylight saving time resumes, I suspect there will be wall-to-wall people on an evening like this.
Of course, there are other ways of getting about and the seemingly effortless glide of this single sculler was just one of many possibilities.
The Ashken fountain wasn’t running, so I turned round and strolled back towards the car and was rewarded with a classic view across the boat sheds up towards the monastery. The moon was already high in the clear sky.
Life is good.