Where rain, wind, and wings meet the rhythm of the island.
Through rain and mud, the island revealed its wild pulse â a song of water, wings, and quiet strength.
The day began with the road curving past the heliport near Ryanâs Creek.
Beside the path, a small stream whispered at first,
then grew louder â until its sound filled the air like heavy rain.
Here and there, brief waterfalls flashed through the green,
their voices strong enough to feel almost fierce.
I passed Allanâs Base Camp and kept walking through real rain â
the kind that soaks everything, even thoughts.
And yet, in that wild weather, I met a gift:
a sacred kingfisher, bright as a gem, singing its clear, quick notes.
For a moment, it felt as if the storm itself had stopped to listen.
Later, back near Halfmoon Bay,
I followed the path toward Deep Bay and Ringaringa Beach.
As I approached Evening Cove, something white shimmered
across the rocks â almost ghostlike at first glance.
For a moment, I wondered, âIs that mist⌠or something else?â
But as I drew closer, I realized â
it was simply the pale stone, salt-washed and beautiful in its own way.
At Ackers Stone House, the wind turned wild,
pushing against me with a force that almost lifted me off my feet.
The sea was magnificent, but unreachable â
so I turned back, carried by the stormâs breath.
Through Harold Bay and back to Halfmoon Bay,
I passed Moana Garden again â
and there, even in the rain, the ferns stood tall,
their leaves shining with joy.
I smiled, remembering: Ferns have always loved the rain.
Perhaps thatâs why they thrive here â
in the quiet strength of Stewart Islandâs weather,
where even the storms know how to nurture life.
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