Wandering Mt Iron
Mt Iron, Wanaka
Sienna, 10My legs were moving independently now, flying down the hill as I tried to keep my balance. Pale green, juicy grapes whooshing past me while the flat grass got closer. My mind was racing, I was trying to stay on focus so I could get to safety but it was too much. Finally I flopped down, panting like crazy. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the birds chirping in the trees, the wind rushing past my hot, sticky body as a tree casts dappled light on my perspiring face. It was great to be back in the Mt Iron Vineyard.