I have come home

South Africa: The Karoo. Our drive back to Cape Town from Joburg was pleasant and somewhat like crossing the threshold to arriving back home. The colourful display of desert blooms in yellow, orange, purple and white lined the road through the Karoo. The blue sky with wisps and brushes of cloud and the blinding sun to embrace us with warmth and tranquillity. The wide open spaces with koppies, buttes and mesas whispered of freedom from the claustrophobia of city living. Incongruously, the snow-capped peaks of the Worcester mountains were like silver posts on the gateway to the fairest of Capes, a fittingly majestic prelude to the sight of our beloved Table Mountain, sacred Earth chakra and angelic guardian over the Mother City. I have come home. Here shall my roots be planted, in the nourishing soil of Cape Town. I have come home.