– I feel a June chill sting my bones.

I meet a strange land in the stillness of the night:

I find my bones longing for the damp, cold, chill.
The kind that lasts through grey endless months of dreaded wet weather.
You know.
– where long white clouds give way to dark grey skies.

I find my heart warm to endless summer days,
The kind that lasts a whole day.
You know.
– where long white clouds adorn blue skies.

Silly moments harbour memories.

I miss wet socks
I miss damp jumpers
I miss sitting in the warmth of coffee shops
I miss having something in common with the other half of the city

– The city.
I miss the city.
It’s noise
It’s sights.
It’s smell.
It’s taste.

Drifting into the still chimes after midnight,
I find myself reciting Dave Dobbyn
Yes tonight I am feeling you under the state a strange land,
And I hear the voice of a woman with her hands trembling

Haere Mai
Nau mai rā

Come
Welcome home

@ Hans Lee