The bach is wrapped around with a shawl of mist. The shawl has floated down from the cloud-filled sky and softly caressed the hill tops.
I am enveloped in sweet solitude as I recover from a life with too many details in it. Soft focus is perfect.
And what’s more I am being sung to, by many hidden songsters in the kanuka trees. The tuis have been melodious all day with their ‘chk, chk, chaa!’, while the pipiwharauroa (shining cuckoo) sings its high soprano, ‘kui, kui, kui, whiti, whiti, ora’ (this is what Maori heard it say; it means ‘no food, no food, no food’, which was the song at the start of spring, then ends with the phrase that means there is now plenty’).
Other birds twitter or sound just one or two shrill notes. Their music strikes through the misty surroundings like a ray of light.
I am relaxing, and letting go. It’s warm and humid here today. I’ve been sitting and lying a lot, and letting the bird song sink into me. Delicious.