Thread: Rimu

The sun is out to get me.

I retire to the high ridge where a light breeze delivers some comfort and the thick canopy creates a dramatic contrast of light and dark.

It’s cool amongst the crown fern and the slow sipping of cowboy coffee is meditative
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There are young Totora and Rimu here.

Embarrassment. I’ve been here many times before and not to notice.

Like a skinny teenager only growing in one direction but likely much older than I. A smile. A thought of encouragement to reach the light.

I recall past sentiments about losing good hunting grounds to scrub.

I must have matured as well.