A Different Way of Seeing. Helping You Make Sense of the Overwhelm
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I moved to Cape Town at the start of winter. My impressions of that long ago first winter in Cape Town was that it poured with rain every day – for weeks on end. And it was a very cold, very wet sort of rain. Totally unlike the warm summer rain I had known when …
It seemed like a great idea at the time. No, really, it did. There I was, standing on the kerb at the intersection with my wet sock getting ever colder and more unpleasant… the wet sock that I was currently wearing as a glove. And here’s how I got to that point: The early morning …