Tue, 20 October

FIELD NOTE — SOUTH COAST LOOP, MIDDAY Air: cold, scrubbed, no haze. Path: pale asphalt, frost-glaze holding at the shadow line. Loop closes on itself; no break, no walker. Shadow reads the hour better than the sun does — a straight dark cut, shortest where the path leans closest to the water. Two stones, fist-sized, pressed into the grass at matching distances, as if someone needed the loop to remember itself. Below: Cook Strait, flat and working, white chop combing the rock shelf long after the point of impact. Nothing moves that isn't told to by wind.