I enjoyed a beautiful run as the sun set over the Cook Strait, between New Zealand’s north and south island. It was a perfect winter’s evening, with just enough of a breeze to support me in finding my breath and driving my step.
It was the kind of evening that cannot be passed by without stopping to take a photograph, write a poem or linger a while to sketch.
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Joining in with the lovely Prose for Thought at Verily, Victoria Vocalises
