© 2014 Lynsey

Wellington burst like a bomb…

“Then out of the tunnel and Wellington burst like a bomb. It opened like a flower, was lit up like a room, explained itself exactly, became the capital.” Maurice Gee – from Going West, Faber and Faber, 1992

There is a cliché, regurgitated at regular intervals by rabid Wellingtonians, that you “can’t beat Wellington on a good day”. So much so the Datsun Violets wrote the mantra into a song and, well, now you can sing along with them.

Wellington, post traumatic weather system, is glorious. Office workers peer longingly from their windows, muttering under their breath about those lucky enough to have some leave left, or searching (in vain) for some crucial meeting across town they must attend. A huge percentage of business, in and for Wellington (and therefore the rest of the country) is done in cafés, and I expect that today they were doing a roaring trade, especially for those people who’ve only just returned to work after the “summer” break.

There is nothing more to say, no need to elaborate. This is the view from my desk, on a day when falling in love, with Wellington, *again*, is easy.

Manifesto
02. Every day is an opportunity for a new beginning.
05. Every day is now. The present moment.
14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.

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