Saturday, March 14, 2009

milk evaporates

Milk evaporates at some point. I realised this in larger than life format in the early hours of Thursday morning; decidedly spontaneous, I left Johannesburg soon after the morning prayers on a roadtrip to the east coast. Since the method of choice these past few years has been a quick airport soiree and a booked flight out of Johannesburg, it had been a while since Dad drove that distance... I stressed about the gazillion speed camera's. Dad loved the views, and so did my mom. Well, stunning it was, but I had done this route twice last year in order to take my car through in Jan, and then back home again in June when my lecturing contract spewed me out, gutted and chewed to an unlikely perfection.

And so, we made our way in the early hours through a trough of gurgling milk. Morning light seemed that way, with just a couple of hundred bubbles of light from oncoming cars, and a few from overhead streetlights bobbing over the surface of the milkiness. Then the stove signal of the sun emerged as a red globule, making milkiness boil and bubble to another state, less liquid and opaque; more airy and evaporating easily to reveal the blue yonder.

City lights and concrete lanes soon gave way to rolling green hills and clear skies - all part of the meander through the provinces to the lush kwa-zulu natal.

And then the smell of the ocean, rolling ridge road and the rest of it.

Aah... It's awesome to be back!

7 comments:

americanising desi said...

Love is when you can't stop bubbling inside of you and smell his scent like it is known to you. The voices in your head are like the tempest at sea and just when you think you have the right picture, you open your eyes and smile... you are home!
i was bubbling while i read through!

Nikki said...

Enjoyed reading this...

KimyaShafinaaz said...

thanks seher (poetic as ever!)
and nikki :)

greengeisha said...

Cleopatra bathed in milk. You drive through it. The whole world is a bucket of milk? Splendid!

KimyaShafinaaz said...

Some days its Milk. Other days its Milkshake & Marshmallows :)

I enjoyed writing this...

americanising desi said...

when i read you i cant help it :$

KimyaShafinaaz said...

:) sweet.. we shud do a poetry marathon then!