Seventh hill

and last hill, for this is our last day of isolation, F testing negative this afternoon. I didn't notice that this was somewhere I hadn't been until looking around specifically for hilltops: a small grassy hill looking down on the airport, like a bald head, mild, pleasant, soggy, with a decades-old Ministry of Transport sign jazzing things up a little by saying Pedestrians only! Beware unfenced concealed cliffs.' I bewared them, which wasn't hard to do since they were all on the other side of gorse thickets.

Back home around Evans Bay slowly in the most beautiful hazy evening light, watching a wide band of mauve slowly descend and concentrate on the skyline, a thin new moon over Mount Vic.