Misty Sunday
Driving to work this cold winters morning here in South Africa I realised how the world goes by.
The sun was slowly creeping over the hills and the man selling the sunday morning paper was out on the street. There was a mist hanging low over the city. If only it was mist we would not be in such serious problems with the global environment. No alass it was not mist but polution hanging over the city.
My sister came to vist the past weekend and I must say it was fun having someone familiar in my house. We have always been close and that fact that the past couple of months my life as I knew it was fallng apart made having her around such a joy.
There is always something good about having someone around when life feels to much isn't there.
I am at work again. The Castle on the mountian......
The sun was slowly creeping over the hills and the man selling the sunday morning paper was out on the street. There was a mist hanging low over the city. If only it was mist we would not be in such serious problems with the global environment. No alass it was not mist but polution hanging over the city.
My sister came to vist the past weekend and I must say it was fun having someone familiar in my house. We have always been close and that fact that the past couple of months my life as I knew it was fallng apart made having her around such a joy.
There is always something good about having someone around when life feels to much isn't there.
I am at work again. The Castle on the mountian......