Day Nine: I Found You On A Cloud

Johannesburg has fantastic clouds. The day I flew out, today, Sunday the 30th, was the first day since my arrival that it felt like a true highveld summer's day. The other days were humid, low to mid 20s, patchy rain, muggy. This was a scorching day until noon, when plump white clouds appeared from nowhere and began to fill up the stark blue sky. Another high-altitude thunderstorm on its way?

It seemed appropriate to look at the clouds on a day like this, seeing as I would be soaring above them later in the day. By the time I took off the cloud-cover was almost complete. And I began to look for you in the cumulonimbus...

No dice. Once in the airport, I looked for you in the crowd (perhaps I had heard wrong when I was told you were in a cloud, perhaps Kim Jong-Il had mispronounced it)...

Still no joy. Off I flew to Cape Town and reviewed the photographs I'd taken. And there it was. Staring at me. The cloud you'd been on all this time. We must have flown over you at the point where I got butterflies in my stomach. Pretty much the same sensation I had exactly two years earlier, when you saved my life.