The raging sea is quiet, fishing boats at ease. The ferry glides out the harbour, a sight to please.
The planes descend, to a Wellington of calm. From the sky all looks fine, though the beaten coast needs many caring hands.
Sea walls completely washed away, footpaths and roads a mess. Sand dunes dealt a massive blow, like a giant has crudely stomped on them and torn the grasses to shreds.
But in the sunshine children play, nature’s playground open again. The storm has left them treasures, tossed up on the beach to find.
The giant swing made it through the storm, still hanging from the branches near Worser Bay.
Whilst in Island Bay, the wind has gone and the park is a place to play. Riding high on the swings and climbing up the giant slide, to see the fishing boats bobbing on the high tide.
Sunsets are something to linger for again. No wild forces to drive us away.
Crystal clear sky, like only New Zealand knows how, to raise the spirits and leave senses in awe. Distant mountains, of New Zealand’s south island, layered with snow, stirring the imagination from Wellington’s south coast.
And a super moon to welcome back the quiet and calm, after a crazy few days that will take a while to recover from.