Raglan, New Zealand

Easter

The Sun lurks brightly here on the hill. Since Daybreak, I've already seen beaming rays of light, a rainbow and the Heavens opening up in a deluge of tears. Light and noise awokine this slumbering day. Under a robust moon, it went off, that electricity in the night, the heat of the flames, the insistence of the beat. My eyes are burning in the light of this Easter Sunday.

I'm recovering from my Easter celebration, which also marked my six month anniversary on the road. The night began here on the hillside at Solscape under a wildly bright moon, sliding through the clouds. Sally and I eventually managed a ride to the party which had a wayward stop at a house for a pre party. We then piled into two cars to drive onwards, myself being one of the two drivers (I'd yet to drink much). We drove around for a bit, missing the party entirely and finally headed back to the house in defeat, only to have someone show up ten minutes later who knew where to go. We drove into the hills, myself in the rear of the pickup truck, teeth gritted in the rain, and eventually found the teepee and lights, the music blaring in the rainy night. It carried onwards till dawn, the crisp sun finally breaking over the hillside and through the trees. As the day grew bold, I made my way home with Joss and Gomer, to pancakes and my tent, and the sleep I was sorely lacking. Twenty four hours later, as this morning rains finally relented, I made my way groggily from my tent still weary from the holiday the day before.