It's a winter Saturday in Christchurch. I wake up at 4, 7 and 12 in the morning to the racket of a strong dry wind. The waves crash down the block and I'm wondering what the surf is like, even in this cold. I have a nostalgia for Autumn surfing. Last year my view on this city changed again when I was out one Autumn evening. On the East coast you watch the sun set over the land. Turning to catch a wave in saw me thrashing into a sea of golden yellow light. The wave curled, the light bent and lit the edge of the wave from underneath. The air was still except for a slight offshore carrying wood smoked air out to sea. Nostalgia is marked out by remarkable experience combinations that you forget until they repeat with elements changed. I'm in between semi-seasons at the moment. The waves are icy and the snow is early but light. This is a time for concentration and completion. I hope to make this snow season into the best mountain trip of my life so there's an amazing amount to do. 1 cup plain rolled oats, twice the water, cook low heat on stove top for 10 minutes while getting up. In go a handful of dried berries and a teaspoon of clover honey. I love weekends. 2009-06-09T13:06:46+12:00 1 It's a winter Saturday in Christchurch. I wake up at 4, 7 and 12 in the morning to the racket of a strong dry wind. The waves crash down the block and I'm wondering what the surf is like, even in this cold. I have a nostalgia for Autumn surfing. 4 1 2009-06-09T12:38:00+12:00 2009-07-02T19:57:20+12:00