Morning has broken on Devil's Peak; winter arrived yesterday.
The terribly high temperatures of over a week ago seem like a distant memory, thankfully.
It's a beautiful day, despite the usual tearing-ripping-shreading Woodstock wind.
I've decided that the apartment is going to be a cozy, homely space to hibernate the winter; I'm already enjoying the shorter days and can feel my rhythm & pace relaxing, slowing as I shed my leaves and embrace sinking my roots deeper into the soil and bedrock of my relatively new existence here.
The Mountain and its moods is my inspiration: from home, as in this pic, the view is of Devil's Peak; from my wonderful office it's of the Table Mountain amphitheatre and cable car.
How blessed am I!