I sit now at the beach.
Delirious with the sea air.
The sound of the waves roaring in my ears, forcing me to concentrate while trying to pry thoughts out of my consciousness.
My eyes sting from the cold salty air but the breeze is gentle and forgiving. The waves, however, are relentless.
The light is fading as I fruitlessly search out any sign of the South Island.
Nothing.
The clouds are becoming pink as I am suddenly all too aware of the smell of dog shit that now resides on the bottom of my shoe.
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