Gray

It's a wonderfully cold and bleak European morning in Africa; the sun is nowhere to be seen.
I'm sitting in the corner at Post in Juta street, Braamfontein listening to soothing classical music on my iPhone - anything to block out the uncharacteristic, deeply intruding heavy metal/rock belching from speakers I can't seem to find - while writing my morning pages.
I'm thankful for the sheer unusual beauty of today, for my music, for the peace and contentment of my soul...also for the hot air massaging my calves from the fan heater under my table.
I'm looking forward to travelling in home's direction....