just lists of feelings and states, pillowbook style

* a collective elevation of spirit temperatures, felt thruout the highveld…from the top, the vein of gold awakens beneath…all are on the current

* vuvuzelas in the morning, and all damn day long

* foreigners converge, make themselves at home…because they are.  (it’s ok, i’ll share!)

* Soweto’s arms open to embrace the world.  Even Sandton leans in for a kiss.

The sun sets on our first day.

Seng’fikhile…something has arrived and is here to stay.