I've just completed my first week back. All around me I see familiar faces returning after a long break away and there is a fresh buzz in the air of school leavers and crisp lined pages turning. I think that it is safe to say that I will miss this place when it is time for me to go (though that may still not be for a while yet - I'm contemplating postgraduate studies), and I will also miss the walk to and from my campus.
February here is the rainy season. The skies darken slightly with low layers of clouds and there is a long awaited verdancy. Yesterday evening's walk home was just delightful. It had been pouring heavily and through the window I could see the force of the rain against the world. I got completely soaked despite being equipped with an umbrella and my shoes would no longer cooperate, so quite simply I walked barefoot. I love walking in the rain, especially during twilight. The world falls silent with only the sound of raindrops upon the surface of empty roads to be heard. There is a vibrancy among all life that is rejuvenating for the soul and to see the soft glow from distant windows and imagining families warm and dry inside is comforting. This is only reinforced by the aromas of hot cooked dinners filling the chilled air, calling to mind memories from my childhood of a gentle urgency to be home in time for tea. I thought I'd share some picture that I took when the rain had momentarily stopped and before it got too dark.