I'm sitting in the GSB Library, my Sunday afternoon job. The sun through an upstairs window is blinding me as I try and type. The Library is quite hot, despite background noise which I assume is the air conditioning. The Library is quiet. I'm by myself downstairs, though there are some students upstairs.
As I drove to work, I could see the green slopes of Devil's Peak, but around the Cape Town side of the mountains, Lion's Head was very dry, not a blade left green.
Nearly 2 months till Christmas and Spring verging on Summer, the season of craft markets, fetes, rummage sales (and the like) is almost upon us. Posters are everywhere, no telephone pole has been spared. Craftsmen, schools and churches, every organisation that can rustle up things to sell, is planning to cash in on the tourist invasion and the gift-giving mania of Yuletide. Kickoff next Saturday.
Cape Town weather has been described as four seasons in one day. The Library in which I hang my proverbial hat from Monday to Friday has a micro-climate like that of Cape Town itself. Where I work can get very hot and sticky, I wouldn't be surprised if we had our own thunderstorm on Level 5 one day.
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