My eyes are wide open and wandering and dark and gloomy. I am awaking from the hangover of travel and experience and introspective thought. My time in The Cape has been a small distinction that will walk with me forever.
No more nights with my feet as they move with the soft rhythms and ever increasing fever melodies of the night. No more mornings where I can only close my eyes and thoughts once broke and fully satisfied with self destruction. These regretful vices caused deep depression and two-day sorrows of sun soaking and scorching runs.
No more wind or noise to dance with all alone in rooms of beautiful red brick. No more people without legs asking for money or staring across the moonlit sea as it rocks itself to sleep. No more speaking the sorry as I share our coffee and watch things not change while our dishes stay dirty.
No more early morning runs with lucky sights of whale tails as they have sunken beneath the sea forever. No more fleeting moments of odd interactions between strangers under the umbrella of business & finance either.
The clouds over the mountain are quietly retracting and the taxi drivers are becoming patient and their horns are stopping. The time has been long and sweet and coming to a close. I am now on my way home.