I had forgotten the experience of "temperate", on the beach. My body associates the word "beach", with warmth, and bare feet splashing in waves. Soles in sand, foam around calves and knees. Hop-skip-and-jump over rocks. And, this is a different experience.
Here, my feet are in walking boots; the sand, and the waters of the Hauraki Gulf, are chilly.
But the skies are stupendous! Clouds and light and opalescence that uplifts.
Most days, the waters are clear as gin.
And always, the sand-scape ripples speak their native tongue in Waveform.
Shells open their hearts...
...and the sea whispers its treasures into little boxes.
And forever, there is the playground of Delight; Rock Pools!
For the Now - all there is - I am here. Waiheke, in Winter.