The southeaster has been howling for weeks. I've been entertaining thoughts of moving to Thailand or the Med, where decent, gentle air is taken for granted. This morning, the wind was just getting started as usual, then it just stopped. Completely. Idyllic summer appeared and I was instantly in a beautific mood.
The last two years have been unnaturally still for Cape Town. Weeks of summer wind is more like what I remember. You'd think after 42 years here I'd be used to the wind, but no, I still hate it with a passion.