today is one of hope. i sat at my kitchen table and watched this:
and the entire day was joy, for obvious reasons. i had no choice but to go to the west coast after work to watch the sun fall into the sea again. random boys cautioned me from climbing the fence as the cliff was clayish and slippery and the whipping wind was dauntingly cold. i leered at them and disappeared down the bank. after half an hour on the clifftop alone taking photos i was numb and hoping they didn't realize how conveniently they could have covered up raping me by pushing me off the cliff. their story of 'we told her not to climb the fence' would have stood up to lie-detectors and torture.
i returned and we had a nice conversation actually, while cloud after cloud of birds were making their evening migration out to the island.
one of them was british and i said people trust people with british accents.
the south island of new zealand, as seen from porirua, in the north island