We went away last week. Thanks to Anzac Day (like Memorial Day), left Thursday at noon, headed south. It's autumn, the further we drove, the more obvious it became. Crisp air, changing leaves. By dusk, we were in Queenstown.
The next morning, we climbed a hill, froze at the top, the mountains screamed hallelujah,
covered in red, orange and yellow. An afternoon in Arrowtown, even more
vibrant, then rain. Refuge in a little cafe, reading in a corner, curled
up on an old church bench. When we headed back to Queenstown, as the clouds cleared, the Remarkables now covered in snow, completely new.
Our last morning, not ready to leave, a walk through the gardens, the rest spent in a warm cafe, reading, writing, so thankful.