As I wander about our office I often glance at the Harbour, having a lovely view across to Oriental Bay.
Sometimes the view is just the pristine, sparkling glory of the sheltered inner harbour.
Occasionally, the view is accompanied by the percussive smoke of a salute fired from the ceremonial battery at Point Jerningham.
On some days the air is so sharp and clear, especially in winter, the ice on the mountains behind the Orongorongas is almost within arms reach, and aircraft approaching the airport look in imminent danger of crashing.
On other occasions, one sees rowing skiffs heading out to practise, or yatchs stretching their sails.
Yesterday it was jet-skis, ploughing up the otherwise calm waters off Oriental Bay.