A love letter for Pukaki
Here... where everything has a purpose. Where the light shines through each pine needle and sneaks its way towards the ground to spread its warmth. Where somewhere tucked away in the branches above is also a home for the birds. And the stones, the stones that lie at the edge of lake, shaped many many years ago by the moving giants. It gifted us with the joy of finding the perfect skipping stone to hop across the smooth blue surface. That we can also thank the light for.
Walk a little closer and take off your shoes. Stand at just the edge and breath the air. Take another step and let the sensation of the purest chill take over you. This kind of water is a gift.
It can't be from too far. Looks towards Aoraki the tall mountain of Aotearoa. Oh, he is beautiful and he knows it. But he is also fierce. A strong force of nature. He isn't shy and you'll notice him in a heartbeat. Those double peaks so strong, but so unstable. Often, a part of him falls.
To the north comes the flow of the Tasman River, source of the glamorous lake. The river that braids together and comes loose as it heads south into Pukaki. Yes, the Tasman Glacier and Hooker Glacier sure know how to put on a show.
I am blessed to be here.