When we lived in Cape Town, we rarely went down to Blouberg beach. We lived not even 5 minutes away from a crisp, clean white beach with fantastic surf, where the morning mist smelling of sea and salt would come curling over your wall at 6am and slowly slap you awake in the summer.
This morning at about 10am the sun was shining with a misty haze, the breeze was blowing ever so lightly....if I closed my eyes I could pretend that the breeze was salty and that the rush of the wind in the leaves was the sound of the waves crashing down on the beach.
I miss home.
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