There's nothing like winter in the Drakensberg; harsh and dry and freezing. The landscape all barren and bare, just patiently waiting browns and burnt blacks and dust, with the mountains gathered bluish-grey like old sages waiting in the background. No snow yet, everything just stark and dry.
It's a time for family, for recovery, for reading, for quiet, for just being. It's what I'm grateful for. Be back soon...
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