Out the Window

Wellington can be so...beautiful. Today the streets are dry, and the day is misty and still. There's low cloud hanging around the tops of the hills like wraiths, and it feels like we're in a mountain village or - at the least - some place wrapped in the sense of home, of here and now, from which the outside world is faded away. It might be out there somewhere, I guess, but today the boundaries are drawn in cosily.