Dear friends,
Today I learned with much delight that the national flower of south africa is the protea. Here is a story about change:
Tonight I went for a walk. This walk was a happy walk, there was no sad meandering tonight. I strode along the empty street, past a pawnbroker and a homemade chocolate store and towering walls of nondescript buildings that bled into each other and were broken only by the few intersecting roads. Everything was long since shut for the night, of course, but the entire city hummed. The street, sparkling with runoff and collected mist, the clouds, looming grey and close above the craning lamps, the sidewalk, uncluttered by diurnal scurrying feet, all oscillated imperceptibly. It started low at first, the hum, so low I couldn't hear it. But as I walked the pitch increased, the shaking crossed the liminal threshold. As my shoes met the pavement, I could feel vibrations in my shins, but they were not painful. It was the sensation of alignment.
from a happy person,
walter