Thursday, August 16, 2012


It’s weathery here on the tip of Africa. I do not use the term ‘weathery’ lightly, either. The winds gust and howl as the heavens open, showering down huge drops of rain and even some hail. The clouds are dark and heavy, leaking onto earth, obscuring the mountains, giving everything a feeling of dampness and a pervading sense of melancholy.

It’s the type of weather that makes me want to stay home, light a fire in the hearth, and write. Yes, write! Woohoo. It’s been a while since I had that urge. If only I could magically transform into a trust fund kid and didn’t have to come to Real Work, then I could feed the urge.

Instead, here I sit in The Ivory Tower, staring out across the Cape Flats, watching the hadedas flap against the wind and rain while I deal with the rigours and tragedies that are my Real Job.

Tomorrow, though, I shall stay home and pretend to be that trust fund kid.


Kristin said...

Tomorrow sounds wonderful even as I fall back into the real world and real work and trying to eke words out of nothing at all. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts. Always more.

Shiny said...

The thing is, Kristin, that the words you 'eke' are so bloody fabulous! Don't forget that x

Kristin said...

You're so good to me. :)