Going South

Mother nature said 'Kaikoura' and was overwhelmed with a sense of genorisity.

Thank you Marton For your persistent wind your elegant trees and your misty morning light Corrupting my erratic mind And colliding thoughts With shards of inner peace.

For shame te maunga Ruapehu  hides herself in  mists she has gathered to herself from te Rangi... Appropriate in this time of hikoi.