Silently the mist sweeps down the blissfully chilled mountain. Inside, the circle of new friends chat and laugh and drink and carve away the minutes. The plane is leaving. The friends depart. Silently the mist sweeps down.
Rolling hills.
Tasting a million fruit in a glass. Sitting at a simple table, with a log-fire crackling in the background. Hospitality. The flavours mixing, infusing my head. Through a window the hills roll upwards, as if knowing where I’d rather be. This is it. Life.
The mist tells a story
The mist tells a story. It has been told since history began. It rolls, hides and swirls with endless purpose. It covers the cilffs with its blankety existence. It hides me away. From everything. The mist tells a story.
The small things
Ice-cold coke from a little glass bottle, and popcorn from a brown paper bag. This will be my weekend.
What’s behind it all…
I sit in a low-key, back-street cafe. It is friday, yet the place is relatively quiet. A locals-place. I prefer it this way. It is behind all the obvious commercialised wine-and-dine-us-then-process-us-for-compost mentality. Another layer. More real and sublimely tasty. Smokey places where you can swear out loud and nobody cares. They just listen. Such are the layers that I, too, uphold. My commercial life, grossly uninteresting. Beneath it all, another me.
Stormchaser.
The feeling of ’small’ hits when the Cape of Storms unleash its full fury on the blocks of flats outside my window. I think of many things, mostly at the same time. It is a bit confusing I guess. My thoughts dwell on the ‘nice’, and the ‘not-so-nice’, and I’m reminded that life has much more of a ‘what we do with it’ component, than a ‘it SHOULD be like this’. Today I think of Rudi.
Excitement.
Sitting down. Smoking a small cigar. Drinking gespritzer white wine. These activities on my balcony excite me. Fortunately they are not really new to me, except for the scenery in which they take place. Kloof street. A bustle of activity reflecting on the creative face of Cape Town. This is my new world, in which I will express myself…
