To South Island.
As I watch you from the boat window inside of the deck, you look nice. Warming. Hills full of trees are covered in morning sunlight. The water is a nice shade of blue. Almost no waves. Nice and calm.
There is something so liberating about being spontaneous. I feel almost rebelious, so untethered. Yesterday I had no idea we would board this boat the very next morning. I have a good feeling about it.
If we would not follow that inner voice, what else would we be left with?