Not this'un though, but then, I'm way past the blithe optomism of youth to view Mondays other than, well, another bloody day, really.
Cold and grey today as winter eventually crawls onto the Highveld, well ok, grey, it aint cold yet. Cold is something I'll begin to feel whilst bombing along on the freeway to the airport in the morning and it aint there yet. That icy thin atmospheric chill that the Witwatersrand is famous for come June. The chill that nothing short of sub-arctic wear will keep out and that thousands of tropically dressed football fans will shortly experiencec - mwahahahaha! Fine for getting the blood circulating as you survey the lands from your stoep, hands wrapped around a pitcher of moer-koffie whilst the hounds crackle over the frost encrusted lawn. Not fine for my biking to the airport stint... Or hanging around a Joburg city street where the cold concrete edifices channel and shape that wind into a frigid scalpel.
Ah well, what doesn't kill ya...
I've a sneaking suspicion that that stiff icy breeze through the sinuses in the morning keeps all kinds of ailment at bay, you know, those nasty little viruses swapped around the coffee machines in overheated offices across the land.
