outside it’s hovering between summer and winter in cape town. nights are colder. sun rises later. sun in my eyes on my way to train station.
to go home, fending through traffic and the minibus taxis, all them jumbling in front of you, cutting into traffic, getting you home later, the house darker in twilight.
maybe i’ll stop at pick ‘n pay and buy some bread. maybe just some sandwiches tonight. and a mealie. maybe a mealie.