L'aura del Campo

Kaapstad (Hourglass)

Along the warming sands Oriole rode on top of the red line bus. He'd been to the rocky plateau of Table Mountain, seen the last of the blooms of the fynbos before the heat of summer, looked for hyraxes taking a sun bath. There was no room for his troubles. The rhythm of the wheels, circling from the city and back was soothing. The descent from the flat top of the mountain however had been awesome albeit a tad terrifying. The cable car rotated giving everyone a view. It just made Oriole dizzy. Now he chewed on a bean bunny he had packed away earlier and listened to the audio guide switching languages willy-nilly. Smell of the sea, a clear blue sky and the myriad melodies of the city surrounded him. He felt utterly alone.

Kåre Enga [175.268] (19.oktober.2018)

116 words plus.

56-64-74º with occasional hot days near 90. Fairly dry, very sunny. Table cloth... to the south east.

5 senses:

sight — red, rocky, flat, clear blue sky, sand
smell — sea
sound — rhythm of wheels, audio-guide, melodies
taste — bean
touch — warming, heat

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