behind the shadow of a tree at Te Haruhi Bay we thaw out from the long
winter with our picnic basket and rug spread out on the ground surrounded
by birds of all kinds including a sleepy peahen who sits beside us within
cooking distance but is left in peace because we are full after our feast
and walk unsteadily but well anchored along the beach and up the hill where
a fresh wind takes the salt from our heads and pushes us till we get to
the top and look out at all the islands and take time to breathe.
Tomorrow we will be back at work and only our skins will remember that
we were at the beach and enjoyed ourselves eating ice-creams while we wandered
around the new buildings at Gulf Harbour watching the fish jumping
not believing it possible but seeing and remembering to lick faster to
avoid losing our treats to the sun now casting its own shadow across the
car away from the tree at Te Haruhi Bay where I imagined I
saw a shipwreck washed at by the sea like the castles I once built
in the summers of my childhood.