Autumn leaves have neared their fall, on the deciduous trees that populate Wellington’s hills. Longer nights, shorter days, but still the sunshine is bright in the ever changing sky. Too often, with young children, I miss the sunsets of the summer months – all to frequently getting my tribe to bed – apart from the long summer holidays, when bedtimes roll late with the evening light.
Darkness now descends around five and blue sky days turn to pink streaked hues of light.
I appreciate those blue sky days all the more in the winter months. I need them. I have to soak up those rays when the fine days beckon – in amongst the wild southerly storms.