4th day here in Queenstown.
As I feel more settled, the high of being back in this place I love so much is in conflict with
the gritty, heavy sediment of all that led me here, that is now slowly 🌪
sinking to the bottom, weighing down my heart.
I’m not sure what will reveal true, crack, stay steadfast, break.
This light-kissed mountain range stands unwaveringly above a lake that has a temperament of its own, flickering in + out of the branches of a tree whipped wild by the wind.
How will I come out of this? Out of control like the tree, ferociously agitated like the lake or strong + stunning like the mountain. Mostly the latter methinks/hopes🙏🏼🤣
Along the banks of Lake Wakatipu in Saint Omer Park. I can never decide if I like this Park or the Botanic Gardens more. Both are such tourist hotspots and yet you can always find a private little nook to temporarily call your own. It is such a happy place for me ❤️