You had drifted off momentarily. We were drinking our new favourite wine, the Te Whare Ra Toru blend of pinot gris, gewurtztraminer and riesling. We had just had some kind of fight, I forget what it was about, but I know you had to leave me angry with you because you had to go back to work. I wasn’t really that angry. It was more a kind of absent-minded irritability unique to those who are deeply familiar with one another. When this picture was taken we could not have imagined that we would both be working at Ostro in just a couple of months. It was our first time there, we thought we’d check it out. Now that place comprises the majority of our days - we are thrown about by change and insecurity. On this day, though, it was a venue for our middle-of-the-day drinks, a tipsy stopover in a long day of managing the onslaught of high expectations from the oblivious masses.
This picture is proof that you can’t anticipate what may linger around the corner.
This picture is proof that we were here. Your arms and hands have a certain painterly delicacy - not feminine, but gentle. And your gentleness makes me love you. I can’t imagine how it appears to anyone that doesn’t love you the way I do - but still, I look at this photo and sense the value it will hold when we are old and have weathered wilder storms together.