When theres no surf, the mountains above Cape Town are a perfect alternative. If you're up there enough, you can see the seasons change by the week with new growth, new smells and new sounds. Perfect - but sometimes everything comes together for an exceptional moment. Last night was like that and I was the only person up there to experience it.
Not a leaf moved, the waters reflections were clear and dark and there were layers of birdsong disappearing into the bushes. The bees had started their frantic activity and the black lizards weren't as skittish, even the birds approached closer to have a look.
Having time to just sit amongst it was worth more than whatever I'd been chasing in the City far below.
It all happens when 'nothings happening'
Deon
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