Back to Africa

I arrived back in Cape Town a few days ago from a wonderful summer in the States. I found that, in the time I was gone, my refrigerator had broken and been discarded (and not been replaced); among the items stolen in our house robbery was my beloved (now dearly departed) Leatherman; and summer has not yet arrived to the bottom of the continent, so I huddle in my sleeping bag at night because, along with the knife and fridge, my sheets also vanished during my absence.

Table Mountain and the beach near my house, thankfully, are both still here.

And the sun still sets over the Atlantic.