The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Thursday, 13, January 2005 Ashes wrote...
Thoughts of a view... 12:21PM
As I stare out the window my gaze is drawn to the HP building, wrapped in shiny bronze windows it looks like a giant chocolate bar wrapped in foil. Beyond that the cranes raise their arms in salute to a sea that is rough and wild. Surprise surprise it is windy in Wellington today. If I raise my view to the heavens, I see a line of clouds speeding over the hills at Nguranga gorge. They go fast but they don't get far as they hit a temperature (or pressure) difference and slowly fade out. Cloud suicide, or are they saturating the air, paving the way for an overcast day? Who knows what devious thoughts go on in a clouds mind, who knows what motivations lurk within their dark demenour. While I write I wait. Farewell lunch is almost upon me and I shall have to trek out through this wind to the fifth shed for a drink and lunch. Mark has left us, flown for Australia and in his parting we must eat the ritual lunch. One can only hope it will be a long one..