A people-free day filled with sleep, books, silent words between desk and bed.
Sale Christmas cake and a French press of coffee.
Turn on the lamp in my corner on the world.
Last night the lower slopes of Devil's Peak burned before my eyes.
Today's the fourth flat-out day of howling, tearing, ripping, shredding wind; I adore the forced isolation.
Tomorrow back to work after a month of conflicting emotions and time with people.
New chapter. Varying irons in different fires; variously shaped pebbles launched not on the whim into ponds and puddles, let's see what comes back on the ripples.
A chapter of words and writing and related travel.
A year of sleeping alone. Future tense. Choice. Peace and freedom.
Dusk through a dusty window; my kingdom for a few days away alone with my thoughts in the remote and dry-aired, big-sky Karoo, maybe on a farm called Klapperbos.
Perspective before the rush and roar of the next 365.