a book of days

overnight, the storms have kept us all awake. milo comes in, demanding to be dried off around 2am, then wraps

i had some free time in the city on tuesday, so i took a wander through the wintergardens at the

ngā pukapuka ma te hōtoke (books for the winter) tucking myself up against the wild winter weather that’s rolling

solstice // first light. it’s raining. again. a thunderous drumming on the roof above me. it’s not the getting

yesterday, i sent the final dispatch of a 31-day subscriber only email project. it’s the second one of them

september 2015 wanting to do something fun that people can opt in to, i put out a call here, on

there’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing. ― alfred wainwright, a coast to coast walk we’ve

i found some tiny (90ml) duralex gigogne glasses in a local charity shop last year. they’re the perfect size

we are finally absorbed into the ritual and rhythm of the christmas break, a week after finishing work for the

* candycane-striped twine * dandelion clock in a beer bottle * a catalyst for change * contemplating the word “replete” during my morning commute