Have I told you yet that our Christmasses are green?
We don’t have white Christmasses here, we have green ones. Green hills, green grass, green heat. The sky is blue. The pool is blue. It’s summer here. Maybe in the early morning when soft mist rolls in high lying areas there is a bit of white. It is soon replaced by green though.
People with rich inner lives don’t need other people and yearn to get back there if too much time is spent outside. Like me. When I am around people for long periods of time I get overwhelmed and long for my own space, physical, mental and emotional. To sit in silence or read a book. Much like a nutritious snack after an intense gym session that nourishes me and brings my scattered thoughts back into line.
Mozambican-born Portuguese South African; reflecting on travel, writing, editing, life, family and change that has social impact; chief wide eyed in wanderer, wonderer and bottlewasher