I live on the side of a cliff with a view of the harbour. Wellington harbour is shaped like a fish hook and my view of the southern ocean is obscured by a little isthmus of land. I used to live further up the hill where it is not so secluded, but you could see much further across the Rongotai isthmus and out to the horizon from up there. In the mornings I would watch the ferries coming and going between Wellington and Picton. Seeing the ferry in the dawn light always reminded me of good times; getting up early to catch the ferry across the Cook Straight, a gateway to adventures into the wild. I would think of West coast road trips and long days exploring the wilderness of the South Island. When I moved to the new place I was a little worried that I would miss not being able to see out to infinity and the kind of limitless potential that represents, and I kind of do.