May, Again
On finishing a book, starting something new, and remembering why I write
It’s May, which means autumn in Cape Town. And even after five years of living here, I still can’t get used to the dissonance: in the northern hemisphere, in my old home, people are inhaling the slow arrival of new leaves, while we walk through their coloured leftovers on the other side of the world.
Autumn here feels almost identical to spring in Europe…