drip drit splat splish tosh tish
slip, slosh, stomp, glide, swoosh
rain drop drop drip drop
it didnt rain for long, such is the nature of the topography of this zone,
this land of leopards and wildcats, sheep munchingly unaware,
just a few days and the rivers flw steady,
floating drifts, uncrossable bridges,
stones tumbled on banks,
and of cos,
fireplaces, hisses, logs, chips, twigs and bellows.
managing the guest house for Pieter V is a breeze, especially in this weather. a couple arrived just as the rain started, and stayed for four days, chatting by the fireplace, Dani her name, a sweet creature, book headed, early bedded while Simon and i spent the late hours emptying the liquor cabinet, whiskey first, head first into arguments, discussions, midnight meanderings into lifestyles, cities, the future of the humanity-kind, compassion, bliss and freedom. we never arrive at conclusions, the fireplace is not the place for full stop, dominated by question marks and commas, parenthesis, hypothesis...
eventually, they left, back the way they came.. the roads washed away clean in some parts, mostly its dirty..stones rubble tree trunks, trackless, almost pointless to even try navigate without paddles and a wet suit.
word already from farmers downstream is that the main road through the baviaanskloof is well-washed away, so these will be interesting times. times ti reflect, to love, to consolidate, recover, repair.
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