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It is the most glorious evening tonight. After a stressful day at the office (bloody partners not around to sign things) and work drinks, I came home and sat outside on the deck reading Essie Summers Mills&Boon romances from the late 60s and 70s in the cool of the evening.
All the deck doors were wide open to the pohutukawas and the tuis called occasionally and as I went to go inside, having cooled down enough, there was the whirr of a kererū's wings overhead and off into the valley.
It's a still night tonight; my windows are wide open and the deck doors haven't been closed yet. I am discovering that while I can touch type, I'm not nearly so good at it when my monitor is the only light in the room and moths are leaving grubby marks on it. Getting the hang of it again.
I think I like the view from our deck more than I like the view from any of the terraces. One feels more immediately in the midst of things on the deck, whereas you overlook our roof from the terrace. But the deck has the pohutukawas surrounding it, softening the view over the valley lights away and below.
All the deck doors were wide open to the pohutukawas and the tuis called occasionally and as I went to go inside, having cooled down enough, there was the whirr of a kererū's wings overhead and off into the valley.
It's a still night tonight; my windows are wide open and the deck doors haven't been closed yet. I am discovering that while I can touch type, I'm not nearly so good at it when my monitor is the only light in the room and moths are leaving grubby marks on it. Getting the hang of it again.
I think I like the view from our deck more than I like the view from any of the terraces. One feels more immediately in the midst of things on the deck, whereas you overlook our roof from the terrace. But the deck has the pohutukawas surrounding it, softening the view over the valley lights away and below.
