it’s september 1st. spring day in south africa, but not like you’d know it. johannesburg is blustery and cold, even while the sun scans an icy eye from overhead. cape town is awash in one of the worst storms in 10 years and kwa-zulu natal is going up in flames.
maybe we should rather stick to the american tradition of celebrating the change of season on the solstice. i think i’ll wait till september 21st to declare that winter is over, even though i did wear a frightfully floral summer dress today (and i don’t often wear dresses). it really wasn’t a conscious nod to our supposed spring day, though, just convenient. i think spring sprang right back from whence it came, soon as it felt the icicle wind mean-spiritedly wielding itself.
addendum: seeing that the doctor has banned me from outdoor running while i recover from my sinus infection, i found myself in my living room tae-bo-ing to a billy blanks dvd. how peculiar, when i used to go to his classes in l.a. and would never have considered buying a dvd! now i’m on the other side of the world, seeing the same people i used to exercise with right here in my living room.
odd. awed. – depends how you pronounce it.
time for bed – brain falling aslee…….zzzzz
Cyber Sass - My Whorl 
You are causing me to panic. Spring for you means autumn for me and I have yet to experience summer. The only glimpse of sun I saw this year was when I went on holiday to SA.
my sympathies! i don’t think i’d be able to live without the sun – maybe that’s why l.a. was perfect – it’s basically summer most of the year!
hello, the lovely sass
Well, we had been instructed to wear our lightest and brightest for Spring day at work. Thinking that everyone would surely participate despite the icy wind, I dug out my only bright summer dress and borrowed a pair of seriously killer heels. I packed jeans and boots in the car for later and determined to do my bit, drove to work with the heater on full blast..
I sat in the car for a while, feeling my aching heart, and thought how bloody unspringlike the whole day was turning out to be, walked; wobbly and in gooseflesh from head to toe, the long, high ramp to the front door..
The open plain of half developed countryside that is midrand did nothing to stop the wind, in fact, the gentle undulations probably encouraged it to hitting me full force, on the ramp, turning me into a marilyn monroe in bright orange!
If I had been feeling romantic it could have been wild! Or, a symbol of blossoming, with my dress turned into the petals of a flower up around my ears.. but after that bloody farewell party where dino exhibited all those nudes of me, I was left blushing and exposed to my colleagues once again, as well as freezing cold and really wishing for better underwear..
Or a job hosting rides on speedboats in the Med – where the universe’s constant urge to leave me unclothed would be far better received..
love to your nose
L.A. sounds perfect for someone like me who grew up in Durban, where winter is like other people’s summer!