....weeks?

Haha

so the last post I said see you on the other side, and currently I have one week between me and being back to where I wrote that, same side (?), so I'd better give words and things a chance to be words and things on this...side. 

I guess by other side I mean of the world, and by the world I mean opposite hemispheres, because what was north is now south and I haven't been somewhere where the stars are so different and look, there is no Big Dipper in the sky. 

I forgot what sky looks like. 

It goes on forever. 

The sunset can sink slowly and wide and it just grins away the time as the seconds  tick unevenly between clocks. No, I swear, this isn't me being obtuse or poetic or what what (............haaaaaa) but the sunset here is spilling and  spread, bread and butter. Like the sunset in the empty parking lot of the apartheid museum. Or the colours that leaked out behind the golden mosque, under construction, on our way home. Or the clotheslines and roofs over which the sunset in Leondale sinks. Or the way the sky closed slowly on the flight back from Cape Town, and leaving, and electrical wires, and who I am where I am, any more. 

So. 

Five weeks, or something, this has happened. People have happened. Conversations, tea, music, car rides, difference and laughter and race and family. (i will get political one day, will make sense of this one day) Gardens and colours and breakfast and bright lights in the sky and books, rhyme and reason and dreams. 

ilovethissomuch, every bit and piece and blister and sting and cough and sniffle, stubbed toe and sad things and good things, all the things. All the people. 

So, here. Take this. No need to return it.

*hands over a giant bundle of love* 

-k