April was the longest month. It seemed to last forever, each day was open, elastic, filled with unexpected encounters, whence bubbled conversations resonant with possibility.
The sky was filled with clouds in all colours, shapes and sizes, freely embracing one another, texturing the airy canopy with endless dimensions. Vapour proffered fluffy lips coming together to kiss day after day.
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| Autumn sky over the Chintsa river. Photo by the author. |
Ink flowed from the fountain pen and rains greened the hills. Sun warmed our backs and our bodies stocked up on the rays, as the mornings and evenings became chillier, energising us after the heavy heat of summer.
Then came the downpours, cackling into the potholes, mashing up farm tracks with wet abandon. And still the month was not done.
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| Butterfly with smiling wings, sharing a rock shelter on the beach with me on 20th April 2025. Photo by the author. |
