Glowing Skies: Gap Year Week 10

As we left, I stood outside, watching the ferns at the island’s edge. The morning sun had made them of gold, had made the sea of silver. My heart ached with that light. Everything was brilliance that felt like eternity, and how could the ferry be pulling away already, and how could the land be receding so quickly? How could we lose this to the horizon? I waited on the deck even as the clouds came in and the wind picked up and the waves soaked us and the seabirds disappeared, staring across the Fouveaux Strait at where we had left Rakiura behind. We were coming back slowly to everything else, and I didn’t want to go. Continue reading “Glowing Skies: Gap Year Week 10”