Sprung
From Previous Years:
Sprung
Friday, Feb. 15 2008 UTC
2/15/08 En Route to Picton
The view to the right of the train is the sun-speckled green Pacific,
a welcome change from the ocean of white I have been living on for the
past month, over whose skies alien prototypes of clouds lay flat,
singular and as wide as the horizon.
Here the rain clouds pile in a hundred layers of dark steel grey and
tufts of brilliant cotton white.
Despite rumors of drought here on the South Island, green growth is as
abundant as oxygen here. Night and rain fall again. I am back in the
world.