Finger licking good.

The rain is gushing down the mountain, streaming down the buildings.

The Liesbeeck River is swollen and unctuous, a dark olive green.

Gloved hands every morning, dragon breath at night.

In the apartment block across the road, the students forget to buy electricity. I see them eating breakfast by candle light.

Back in the fast world of commercials, the people are on fire - they bounce like rubber balls. Reminiscent of the stock market, ideas gain and lose favour, sometimes within minutes.

It never rains, but it pours.

We are waging a velvet war: art department, production and agency.

On the way to Moorreesburg, the canola fields are sunshine yellow. The mountains still blue and covered in snow. In the countryside, time really does move in a different way.

The time has come for me to pack up my collections and put them away for a while. At home I walk new paths between towers of boxes, rolls of cardboard and bubble wrap.

Already I feel lighter.

A Gypsy life for me!