The time has come.
Ti's the last evening for me in this olde rickety house of sorts,
which bangs about in the wind,
on this wild but starry night.
walking up my path in the dark I needed only the light of the moon, to carve my way to the door.
The door -
that when I open,
greets me with boxes of bibliophilia (only because I know),
and the walls.
Nearby, an empty cat box awaits a sleeping ball of fur,
who may well hate me this time tomorrow.
New beginnings await.
Much love to you Waiheke,
A wonderful enriching time you gave me.
I hope you feel the same from my presence over the last 3 years.
...Until we meet again.