From this point our hike turned into a treasure hunt for different types of animal poop.
Floating through enchanted waters
Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.
Closing my eyes, I experienced a slowness that’s been missing from my life for a while.
Table Mountain's steep footpaths are open to anybody willing to take them.
The parkette I have the fondest memory of doesn’t even have a name.
There isn’t a punchline, it’s simply what happened.
If the estate's location deep in the bush inconvenienced his visitors, he clearly delighted in their discomfort.
If we can’t see the prairie we lost, can we understand what it was, what it meant, and make sense of what is left today?