Summer redux

Someone asked me this week why Wellingtonians make such a big deal about the capital having pristine, hot weather. They suggested it was because we rarely experience it. They are mistaken. Let me tell you why we really lose it over sweltering sunshine…

Wellington is an amazing city on any day. It vibrates with that perfect tension of sass versus soul. It’s heartbreakingly beautiful and mind sparking inspiring, on just your average capital day. But when the sun beats down with all its power and glory and the wind has taken a break from exciting you with it’s BE ALIVE breath this city’s brilliance is just amplified beyond belief. Wellington becomes a wonderland, it’s carnivale and the whole place pulses with heat and joy and excitement. The harbour goes from stunning to bite the back of your hand splendorous! The hum and animation of the waterfront grows to a level bordering on feverish. The beaches pulse with colour and delirium. The hills scream happiness and the city’s usual buzz of creativity and stimulus and cultural hedonism hits new levels. On a day like today the most passionate and alive city in New Zealand is almost too beautiful to bear. In the heat and glow of a hot, still, summer day, Wellingtonians celebrate what perhaps other sleepy little towns or cities take for granted. Because Wellington is god damn divine on an average day but a hands down shagri-la and other-wordly on days like this.