Four seasons in one day
Ah, Auckland. I woke to find the warm sun beaming brightly through the pouring rain. And to a New Zealander, there's no paradox in that sentence. I can currently see out a window to the North (Dark, grey rainclouds and thunderstorm), a window to the South (lightly overcast) and a skylight (bright blue sky).
Welcome home, Grant. I really do love my crazy little country.
Welcome home, Grant. I really do love my crazy little country.