Mornings

Having decided to move my exercise regimen to the first thing in the morning to make it more consistent… no waiting to the end of the day to get it done and letting myself off the hook because it’s late.  This was the first morning I got to witness this city awaken at 6:30 in the am. Here, the city is serene and peaceful. Hardly anyone on the streets with the exception of a few workers heading to early opening businesses. Most everyone that works here lives outside the city’s borders and in about 20 minutes, it would be a completely different story. Taxis and other vehicles begin to flood the streets. Sidewalks begin to fill with people starting their own busy days. By 7:15, it is the normal full blown chaos of a typical municipality.
The city roars to life with all the sights and sounds one can imagine. Horns blowing, construction machinery lumber comes to life, and the deep tones of bus engines humming along as they ferry passengers to their destinations. But in the still of my morning walk, the rhythmic tunes of birds songing coupled with the flapping of wings made their own melody.  A few more blocks and off in the distance, I could hear the hypnotic whalings of the Islamic call to prayer. I had heard them before on recordings but this was live and in person. Translated… God is good… God is great…come to prayer. Astonishing in its simplicity but soul moving in its impact. It was impressive, to say the least.
I was alone in my thoughts. Appreciative of the fact that my better half had finally made it back home safely over the weekend. Leigh had to travel back to the U.S. for a week to work and as the travel Gods would have it, let’s just say it was not a particularly smooth endeavor. Needless to say, it caused me quite a few hours of stress. This morning’s exercise with the calm release that it provided, was just what the doctor ordered to set my world back on it’s axis. We are very seldom apart and I am always a bit off kilter without her within arms reach. Such is life however and I want to make the most of my alone time so I don’t get too depressed missing my beloved.

It was nice to gallop through the city and take the time to appreciate some of the architecture at the city’s center. Huge archways on old buildings. Quiet spaces for sitting. Artists sculptures for visual pleasures. All of this provided a tapestry that seemed to be gleaned from the imagination of a master impressionist of the 1800’s.  Once alive, the rhythm of Johannesburg is palpable. A constant driving beat of a city on the uptick. A synergistic collage of old world meets technology and the child it would spawn. The people are friendly and usually greet you with a smile and a friendly hello or Sawubona when I am taken for a local!  Not so different from my hometown in North Carolina, only on a much larger scale.
I think we are going to enjoy these morning jaunts when Leigh returns. It has been a little over 4 months since our arrival and Johannesburg still captures my imagination. It is still not exactly home but it remains a wonderful place to be!
Hurry home honey! I miss you bunches! Admit it you miss her witty interjections too, her usually bashing me for something or other, no doubt. No worries. She will be back to grace the pages of this blog before you know it.

Till next time
Peace and Blessings
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4 thoughts on “Mornings

  1. You always make a U-turn just before reaching the then famous place in town “Carlton centre” with the highest building in the whole of Joburg and my hood 😉
    I can’t believe you described the atmosphere and every detail as is🙊! you’re very observant and excellent at writing (even though it’s missing Leigh’s touch😛😂) It’s always fascinating to get your perspective of the place guys, your blog is very interesting to read. Trusting you had a blast at the Cradle of humankind.

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