‘Today is gonna be the day…”
A sign slicing by reports only four hundred kilometres until Johannesburg, before being lost behind me. Lost in the dead flat Free State fields. I’m not checking the mirror today. There’s enough behind me.
There are the days,
The ones we will remember forever
Tired eyes bear that same light
Inexhaustible
Tight corners at the smiles
Reflected in the tears that never age
The laughter and the pain of these days…
One block left in the journalism syllabus for the year. An elective we could choose out of a range covering everything from photojournalism to long-form writing. I had intended so absolutely to dedicate my energies to photojournalism – yet swapped in a moment’s delicious decision to writing. It felt right. It felt explosion-in-your-heart, down-to-your-stomach-beautiful-moment perfect. Meant to be. Monday’s writing assignment? Why I write.