morning in back end of beyond
I walked over to fetch milk this morning. Down the middle of the road, of course (no sidewalks and not much traffic). The sky was blue between thin filoplume clouds. The Drakensberg mountains look like a juvenile baker's appretice dusted them enthusiastically but inaccurately with icing sugar. A Jackie-hangman was eating a dead berg-adder in the middle of the road. A few black-headed sacred ibis flew over. There was a beautiful grey doing his best to look like a donkey so he could avoid fantasy book cover. I exchanged cheerful 6.30 AM's Saubonas with a kid trotting past on a horse. He must be 10, no saddle, no helmet, no jodpurs no boots. Just a big smile and wattle twig for a crop.
It's a different world here. I forget it sometimes.
It's a different world here. I forget it sometimes.