The main window in my office faces west, which means that I’m the go-to person for weather reports on days when rain is threatening. If I can’t see the Waitakere ranges; grab an umbrella.
It also means that when the sky puts on a show for me, it’s an evening one – an improvised theatre of light and movement. Some times it’s a great performance. Sometimes, not so much. But like all theatre there is always the promise of tomorrow.