Despite Spring bursting out everywhere on the South Island, I have taken exactly two photo days in the last ten...not exactly the pace required for success. As of late my eyes have been focusing on my inner World more than the outer one.
I'm finding it an interesting place to tromp around. It's cool and woodsy, has a secret little bay with a lovely, spoon-shaped wooden sloop. There are no bugs but there are birds and fish but, I don't have a line in, I'm not hungry . It isn't clear if the Sun is setting or rising but, it's always low in the sky and warm like a hand's caress on my face. I gravitate towards the idea that it is an early morning Sun with the possibilities of the day stretched out before me...So, I sit in my cockpit, a leg slung over a wheel peg looking over the water and contemplate life and love and what does it all mean. As we swing around our rode my boat and I, the view changes from shadows to light. Some things I see clearly others are hidden from view and as we move away in the other direction all I can do is wait for another chance to look again when the pendulum that is man, boat and anchor swing around again. I can wait, it's a nice place to be...
This chest cold is the worst that I have been ill in my adult memory. Usually, if I say I'm sick I'm probably trying to get out of something (don't tell anyone). I have a horrible cough, my head feels like a bowling ball and the last 4 evenings I feel my temperature rise to around 101 at which time I force myself into a cool shower, not comfortable. I woke up this morning at normal temperature and I am hoping that last night was the last of the fever. I will it to be so.
Rest assured "P-365" is delayed but, not dead.