I walked home along the Jonkershoek
Road after we spent the evening together. There were no cars on the
road. It was beautiful and cold and crisp. My down jacket was puffed
around me and my beanie pulled low, so the cold against my face and
nose, was pleasing rather than a discomfort. I walked slowly and
looked at the stars and thought. I was happy to be walking rather
than driving. Like so much about my life, it felt like a privilege,
the silence, the darkness, the space, the stars wide overhead. I
mulled over what I had said about myself. I thought about what it
meant. When we talked together, I struggled to think of anything,
really, to say about my life. Yes, it is good. But you know that.
