Friday, June 11, 2010

home is a place that comes up through your feet

 It took me almost twenty minutes to get to the Garden's Centre for shopping. (This is normally a five minute trip) The city has turned into a grid-locked beast. Cars are hooting and there's the ever-present lowing of vuvus like hungry cows coming home. Now and then someone drifts from the herd and walks the streets in my quiet neighborhood, blowing his horn.
At the supermarket they are handing out free Mexican snacks. People are wearing green, yellow or red wigs. Fan finery everywhere. Happiness.
I came home and caught the last bit of a peachy sunset on the berg. Cold and crisp.

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