Friday, April 13, 2012

Zululand, KZN

I'm in no hurry; just like the tan of my sun-kissed body will fade, just like the deep, thick-luscious green of the coast is acceding inland defeat to winter lion-coloured veld and much less dense scrub.
Slowly am I winding my way home with frequent pee breaks and coffee stops and soon soon breakfast somewhere: slow boat seemingly going nowhere.
Tonight I sleep in my own bed, although my inner nomad could abandon two cats and just keep driving and typing and driving and taking endless e-reels of photographs.
Listening to Adele. Before that it was a long period of silence. The silence of memories cutting, dicing and slicing themselves up suicidally in my verdant mind: I'm green behind and beyond my ears.
Beautiful day

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