Driving to work across the harbour bridge a few weeks ago, I looked out over the Hauraki gulf and I almost wept. It was such a beautiful sight that I'm struggling for an adequate description. The sun was just rising amongst cotton wool clouds, turning them that fetching, almost-beige colour and bathing the isthmus and islands in the softest of lights. The air was still and crisp, and the water was a brilliant turqoise, reflecting a textured image of the scene above. It was just breathtaking, and at once I realised how lucky I am to always be able to call this city (and country) home.
Then I arrived at work and all original thought ceased.
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