Back in the city, I walk the streets. People are still away on holiday, and the streets are quiet. There's something special about a city that has emptied out over summer. It feels gentle, and the beauty of the streets is easier to see without the distraction of cars.
And so I walk pavements now, rather than bush paths, sand, stream bed and beach. I see strange, exotic flowers, like this unknown pink one, hanging over a fence. The trees are in full leaf, offering up welcome shade on a hot day.
And then, an old friend appears: a puriri tree from which dangle these cheeky pink fruit, together with clusters of pink flowers.
I miss the bach, but the city offers its summer gifts and helps me make the necessary transition.