A day that dances between summer & autumn, with sun & wind & kites.
Saturday shopping, dreaming & planning. Groceries, then a visit to 2nd hand furniture shops & rustic frame shops on a road that teeters between sordid & gentrified. An alcohol-thin passerby pauses & enjoys a dance with herself in a long mirror, singing in a rap style: My body, my body...
A full day workshop with 200 other people on Community Building, moments of connection, laughter, boredom, heat exhaustion, humanity. And then...a foam bunny in my cappucino.
Spiky sequined heels on a sidewalk tell a silent story...Were they flung off & forgotten during a passionate encounter? Do they belong to an heiress, who was dragged into a black SUV & held for ransom? Or did they simply fall off a shoe delivery truck?
Quite a novel experience to catch a train in SA! Have never used train in Jozi. It's not something a white woman from suburbs would do. But in CT all kinds of people use the train.