A beautiful day in Cape Town

It’s a beautiful day in Cape Town.  The morning air has a cool crispy bite, the kind that wakes you up before you really want to be awake.  You know you are alive.

Table Mountain up close, majestic! When you live in the Northern Suburbs, like I do, it is easy to forget how big this landmark actually is.  A few fluffy white clouds hang scattered in the air. The smell of salty sea air always gives me a real sense of place.   

But the city is not my port today and soon I will disappear into the “tunnels” of the work place.  Only to see the daylight when I need to see “the Queen” maybe or are driven outside for a breath of fresh air.  My charge for the day is a 7 year old princess with curly golden locks.  Our venue a strange maze of tunnels with very little light inside.  This is the business of movies.  “Rolling, rolling!!” all day long.

Either way, it is a beautiful day in Cape Town and I get to see it.

Live it, breathe it,

 and while I labour the day away...I know it.