Sprung

View from Desk in B2 Lab

2/15/08 En Route to Picton

The view to the right of the train is the sun-speckled green Pacific, a welcome change from the ocean of white I have been living on for the past month, over whose skies alien prototypes of clouds lay flat, singular and as wide as the horizon.

Here the rain clouds pile in a hundred layers of dark steel grey and tufts of brilliant cotton white.

Despite rumors of drought here on the South Island, green growth is as abundant as oxygen here. Night and rain fall again. I am back in the world.