(March 4, 2012)
A snapshot of day-to-day bliss:
It was impossible to hide my exhilaration. The joy showed all over my face as we whizzed down the path home from Uliwa this Sunday morning.
A cool breeze in our faces, blue above, the green of the maize fields streaming past on each side, vibrant from the rains that have finally arrived.
Dragonflies, butterflies and birdies share my airspace, challenging me to a race, as does the tiny boy on the big bicycle beside us.
Bags heavy with the spoils of a successful shop (onions, icing sugar and Halaal noodles - yum!!), we push our bicycles up the last stretch of hill, then skip down to the beach and dive, clothes and all, into the clear blue of the lake.
Floating on my back, staring up at the sky (having confirmed yesterday with T. that there have been no crocs in Chilumba in her living memory…), I couldn’t help giggling once again - surely this is not real life?
A snapshot of day-to-day bliss:
It was impossible to hide my exhilaration. The joy showed all over my face as we whizzed down the path home from Uliwa this Sunday morning.
A cool breeze in our faces, blue above, the green of the maize fields streaming past on each side, vibrant from the rains that have finally arrived.
Dragonflies, butterflies and birdies share my airspace, challenging me to a race, as does the tiny boy on the big bicycle beside us.
Bags heavy with the spoils of a successful shop (onions, icing sugar and Halaal noodles - yum!!), we push our bicycles up the last stretch of hill, then skip down to the beach and dive, clothes and all, into the clear blue of the lake.
Floating on my back, staring up at the sky (having confirmed yesterday with T. that there have been no crocs in Chilumba in her living memory…), I couldn’t help giggling once again - surely this is not real life?
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