We were out in the middle of the Baviaanskloof, when the first sign appeared. Black Eagles in the sky, swooping, training, preparing for a future silent kill. Just like the dream, they served gigantic infinity signs across the Eastern Cape skyline, an almost audible swoosh trailing blue light on fuzzy clouds.
One Eagle descended, heading true west, towards the setting sun, just like in the dream. Wretched dream I wish never had, propelling me onto this trajectory of uncertainty, further and further into the depths of Leopard County and further into my future.
Chasing a dream literally, following the signs, past Willowmore and down-swoosh descend like the Eagle of my dreams, into this adventure.
I saw the Wagon Wheel an instant before I saw it and I knew that this was where the dream was directing to me to. I thanked the students who’d given me a lift, cleared the gate and walked along the rocky road, unsure, determined.
The silence was immense, only in a place as far away from the craziness of men could you find this tranquillity. The mountain faces, with caves for eyes, wore thorny crowns, watching my steps as I breached the second gate and saw the house and tree, unaware that this would be my new home....
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