Smelling winter

 

The air is cool, thin and crisp when we leave home at 6.15am, such a change from the heavy hot air of summer.  It’s rejuvenating.  The light falls differently on the mountains and puffy steamy clouds lie low over the Blyde river on our route to work and school.  The monkeys and baboons are out in force to pinch the ripening citrus fruit from the orchards along the river.  I love my trips in the morning. 

At work, instead of the sweet clinging smell of mangoes in summer, we now have the fresh zingy smell of citrus, again invigorating.  I welcome this winter season so see and learn more about the new world around me – I have only known it in summer.