It’s one of those quiet, sunny days redolent of early summer, here in late winter Kommetjie. Golden Oldies (60s and 70s) take one back to a different time when the world seemed less cruel. Outside my window, birds, bees and butterflies flit as spring flowers burst their buds far earlier than I remember from the past, and a balmy summer breeze ruffles the trees. This is all set to change tomorrow, with strong wind and rain forecast as we start to change seasons.
The mood is mellow, like the sunlight, and music and birdsong are the only sounds. Soul food.
Sparkling sea glitters through the branches of the ancient milkwoods in front of me, a tiny shore break lapping white against the rocks of the island on the other side of the bay. Spiny lizards laze languid on the rocks, among splashes of snow white daisies and the bright electric pink of the Bokbaai vygies dotted in the dunes.
Even the dogs are basking.
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