There was something retro and comical about going out the the video store to pick movies. I turned off the rice and hauled myself into the back of the car barefoot and weary.
The window was down and I let my head rest against the door, warm evening air blowing into my face as we made the decent into Lower Hutt.
Under the bright light of the film rental store I felt the pressure of picking a film for other people to watch, I looked around to see other Friday nighters in their lounging pants, ready to veg out to a film and popcorn.
In the end we grabbed a selection that looked vaguely appealing, our minds considering the hot curry on the stove at home a far more satiating image.
Coming out onto the street, the sky emulated candyfloss drifting above rolling hills of bush, ferns opened up like flowers to the sun, creepers and flax amongst them creating a rich green ensemble.