Roads

So... once again, the year is winding down with the usual sighs of relief. Plans are tucked away for next year. Spaces open up, time is taken, There are winding mountain tracks leading up the soft undulating green of the summer mountains. The Drakensberg sky is moody and fickle, rolling weather up and down the Escarpment like some toy. Lesotho feels like the rooftop of Africa. Two tired girls sleeping in the car awaken at the top, eyes glimmering with interest at this mountain kingdom. Sheep are discovered grazing the wind-swept roof of the mountain,  a rainbow graces us after a storm. There's a freedom that comes with the beautiful sense of emptiness that the mountains offer. I wonder what roads lie ahead...