Each tree blows differently in the easterly. The flame tree shivers its twiggy cage while the trunk remains unmoved. The pohutukawas heave their bushy heads, tossing to and fro as if wanting to break free. The cypress is a slender woman pulling her shawl in more tightly as she bends in the blasts, nodding her head emphatically.
In the foreground the jade plant sits in full flower, unmoved.
In the background clouds drift, sailing across my view with dignity and certainty, grandly making their way to somewhere.
I am a still watcher, safe and warm on this wintry day.