We I was a child didn't have an indoor bath. It was great.
The Kanuka trees in the darkness sent my imagination into overdrive.
Figures swaying slightly menacing rooted safely at a distance.
The Ruru morepork would start up it's lonely calling, maybe down the valley another would echo.
Safe is the warm watery blanket, and yet naked and fragile.
Water brimming and spilling over the lip a luxury.
Watching the evening night sky theatre.
Is that falling star a nymph or a hunter in chase.
Feeling part of the immense void of time and blackness.
