A fiercely cold wind shrieks through the nooks and crannies, bringing icy polar air across the South Atlantic to the south-western tip of Africa. Gigantic swells rippling unhindered for thousands of miles smash against the granite base of the Cape Peninsula, a natural breakwater preserving this little finger of land from certain destruction.
The gun-metal grey sea heaves and bucks like a thousand rodeo broncos, manes flashing white as the wind tosses them this way and that. Brooding clouds blanket the mountains, racing up their flanks and cascading down the other side in a waterfall-like flow. Trees bend and break, leaves blow as chaff before the wind.
Suddenly, on the horizon, white puffy clouds reflect early morning sunlight and in an instant the mood lifts. Patches of blue sky break through the cloud ceiling, turning the sea a dark bottle green. The wind still soughs through the branches, but bright sunshine will soon bring succour from the storm.
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