"Anna Wetherell's first glimpse of New Zealand was of the rocky heads of the Otago peninsula: mottled cliffs that dropped sharply into the white foam of the water, and above them, a rumpled cloak of grasses, raked by the wind. It was just past dawn. A pale fog was rising from the ocean, obscuring the far end of the harbor, where the hills became blue, and then purple, as the inlet narrowed, and closed to a point."
The Luminaries, Eleanor Catton, 627
Two weeks at home was a nice reminder of what I love but also why I left.