A new voice

Rain and lack of light discouraged an early morning run. And then I went to the airport to collect S who was returning from a short stay in Wellington with friends, and reading a number of her poems at The Miaow Cafe. It went well and she is pleased. And pleased to be back, as I am pleased she is. Both.

Daughter J drew to my attention that someone has been putting up little "posters" with odd messages. So when I finally went for a run late this afternoon, I searched for one to blip. I saw a couple of others, but liked this one best. Perhaps because of the message.