Sunsets on Mokotahi Hill
Heart pumping in head as the climb gets steep; clambering up on hands and feet. The air is hot, buzzing with cicadas but my ears are numb with the outer silence. Standing in corn-yellow grass, arms intertwined across my chest. It’s not over yet. Soil steps, worn by the many feet and paws that have created this track. The sun is falling slowly but I’m not going back. I’ll stay here sitting in the grass all evening; alone with the cicadas and crickets. A breezy companion tugs at my hair. We sit and watch the sun together, melting into the sea, dying it rays of coloured reflection. Giving way to night.
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