The tower in our Auckland

It rained, and rained, and rained pretty much for the entirety of Labour weekend, and when it wasn't raining the wind blew fiercely and it felt like winter all over again. I don't do well being inside for long stretches, and without any sunshine to bathe me in glorious warm rays I must admit I was on edge and not feeling quite right in myself. Kien was extremely needy and mischievous, and Jef had to be an hour within one of the data centers as he was on call and therefore couldn't leave town. So by Monday I was so over the dreariness and feeling a little sorry for myself.

You know what turned it all around and made our weekend? A visit up the Sky Tower on Monday afternoon, that's what!



Auckland looks spectacular from up here.



I love seeing an arial view of the places we enjoy - North Wharf, the Viaduct, Westhaven Marina, the tank farm, Queen Wharf, Princes Wharf...this is our back yard, our playground.



I love seeing our home from up here, our neighbourhood, the tree-lined streets I walk every day, the park at the end of our road.



I love that Kien was happy up here.



He hesitated initially, but then he wasn't afraid.





I love looking down...





and out...



and enjoying the view while having refreshments at the cafe up there.



Yes, our visit to the Sky Tower made my weekend.



Then we came home and I felt happy and refreshed.



I love getting stuck into a good book - I've been reading so much lately and it is wonderful for my brain.