I visited Paekakariki, enjoying the warmth of late summer. The hills are covered in long grass, with seed heads rippling in the wind, giving a softness to the landscape. The coast line is long and open, guarded by Kapiti Island, a place of much history.
A new landscape that is unfamiliar, imprints its character and beauty. For a moment, the new seems superior to the landscape I’ve left behind. Novelty is seductive.
Then I relax into a sense of abundance, celebrating difference, enjoying the variety of this beautiful land of ours, where the sand may be golden, white, or black, and where the coastline unravels gentleness, savagery, wildness or quietude.
Seagulls, lined up on the beach, keep vigil.