I haven’t been to the beach properly in years, and even though the temperature is dropping, day by day, this day was a particularly sunny and warm day, so we decided to grab our things and make a mission to the beach to relax.
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Porcelain Flower
I hear a soft flower call to me
Delicate, elegant
Captivating beauty
Dainty and small
Nature’s porcelain doll
I see it open
Graceful and quiet
Enjoying first light
Warmth on violet.
The most appeal
One wishing to steal
To whisk away
But perhaps she’ll stay
She can’t decide
For herself
She can only hope
To wake again
To the morning light
Gracing her skin.
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Brownie Bliss
Photo by Hannes van Eeden
About a month ago, I came across a delightful chocolate brownie recipe, and now it’s all I seem to bake, not just for me, but for others. Hannes insists on them constantly, saying it is the best he’s ever had.
My First Sunrise
Photo by Hannes van Eeden
After watching a beautiful sunset the evening before, come Sunday morning, Hannes and I woke up at 07:00, threw on some warm clothes and tumbled out the door, only to be confronted by an odd warm breeze that was quite enjoyable, but majorly contrasted the temperature from within the house.
The Sun Goes Down
Photo by Hannes van Eeden
Saturday evening was a peaceful display; watching the water caress the rocks, as we listened to the hush of the ocean, a chilly breeze blowing in from the seaside.
We had driven out to a lookout point at Koggelbaai, and sat by the edge above the the sea, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. There was no constant chatter surrounding us, as there were hardly any people, those who were, were enjoying the view themselves.
Morning Surprise
Saturday was a day to remember, purely for the reason of how it started; with a surprise.
I pulled myself away from the sleep I struggle so greatly to separate myself from, and proceeded to do my morning routine in my usual zombie state. Being a night owl, mornings are quite groggy for me until I get my much-needed cup of tea or good old coffee!
The Fugitives
Painting by Andrei Markin
He heard her shriek and felt a warm sensation spread over him, starting in his stomach. It was the same warmth he felt after a glass of wine, and it spread through his body, creeping like a spider down his legs, touching his toes and then crawling back up at a much faster pace till it reached his head, making him feel drunk from her terror.
