In-between

I live in a tiny inland town in the Western Cape of South Africa called Paarl. The place is beautiful -a valley surrounded by insane mountains and coloured with vineyards and 18th century houses… But dammit, it only has two seasons all year.

These seasons are Toohottofunction and Toocoldtofunction, respectively.

Today, however, in the middle of a massive Toohottofunction heatwave (the rest of South Africa is currently enjoying Autumn), we, in Paarl, find ourselves experiencing a phenomenon so rare I should be mad to suggest it – NORMAL WEATHER.
It’s probably about 20-ish degrees Celsius right now and the sky is covered in the most beautiful blanket of clouds.
Ah clouds…. How we miss those during Toohottofunction.

Makes you think, though… It seems as though we’re aways out to live extremely. And in the lull that occurs between extreme moments, up or down, we get agitated, restless. We complain about a lack of momentum; about nothing happening; about going nowhere.
It’s as if the space to think and take stock of it all is a curse, rather than a necessity.

The normal, the average, the mediocre: sometimes it’s BETTER than the extreme.
Sometimes we need to be in-between.