i love it when seasons are on the cusp.
they're ever so illusive here. guileful. you can hardly tell.
unless you're me.
sometimes i'm jealous of the northern hemisphere spring.
it's just so definite. so obvious.
here seasons declare themselves with a japanese hint. a nudge. a slight change in light angles and shadows. a double edged clarity. african winters.
it's that time of year again....just when the rains are tailing off, the grass is green, rudely lush and wild yellow flowers dot the green, like little fallen tender stars.
and flame lillies . oh flame lillies. so overtly hand painted. they're mostly yellow here. in zambia they're red.
i think i prefer red....but cain't complain 'bout the yella.
the moon is crisp and clear cut and i wish i were her. i wake in the early hours with the dogs barking. i stare out the loft windows, marveling at the star packed sky scapes. which an hour later turn into raging storms.
the stars are spikey, irredescent and clear.....crystal.
and me. i have wings at my feet.
even my students are noticing.
is it that obvious?
"but miss you look so happy? why?"
just coz. ok?
coz life is sweet right now, k?
just because i see the way the clouds skud across the blue. i notice the flame lilly on the way to school next to the gnarly balanites. i notice the angle of the moon. and the sun. who is edging her way slyly north. poetry comes easily. curly sapphire blue ink words splodge simply and prettily into my secret note book.
and i have discovered the sudanese poet of love.
the sky is buzzing with swallows and swifts and buzzards hanging in the last twilight wind at the tippy top of the ngorobobs.
yesterday i was smoking outside the school gates. a young maasai strolled by with his cattle smiling happily, amusingly at me. i smiled happily back thinking "you see? it isn't just me. nice maasai man." until i looked down and realized i was standing in a big fresh cow poo.
i exhaust myself by containing myself.
no no no no you can't whoop here, man.
you try marking A Level coursework under similar conditions.
toodely toot oh bestests. bisous X.X.X. moon sliced burnt orange autumnal ones x j