And as the sun sinks slowly in the west...

...a flaming mass of nuclear explosions slipping behind the hills over at Mt Kaukau, it's 8.20pm in Newlands; light cloud is drifting north, high in the sky; Mt Tongariro's chuffing up ash and steam in the middle of the North Island; Mischa's home late again from an appointment flogging kitchens; grass is poking up between planks of decking; my bike is finally home from the bike workshop; my website is almost live again (yay!); and all's right with the world.