Time to watch the pukekos feeding on the grass.
Time to sway with the pohutakawas in the wind.
Time to sit entranced by the play of light on windows and stone.
Today was quiet.
A hush filled The Arts Village.
A contentedness filled my heart.
And I worked at a snail's pace ... slowly, attentively.
I worked on our collaborative piece.
To the sepia tones, words and figures,
I added vintage pattern pieces and running stitch.