Arriving early for a meeting in Takapuna Wednesday afternoon, I went to catch a view I’d never seen before.
The rain had let up to a spray, and my toes, exposed to the elements in my Birkenstocks, no longer seemed purple and frost-bitten, as they had earlier.
So I went down to the strand. Out beyond Rangitoto was a freighter steaming into the Hauraki Gulf, where the horizon was darker, more glowering than the almost placid harbor it had departed. The ship was sailing into a storm.
What would it be like for the crew on board? Would the weather be rough enough for them to notice?