The first day of spring, though Johannesburg was shrouded in grey coolness today. This evening a sharp, vigorous downpour, misting the bejewelled skyline, then just as suddenly calm.

Spring, the season of renewal, the sprouting of the new.

Don’t you just ache for the fresh and pristine to burst forth, to push through the dark heavy soil of this corona-winter into the warm sunlight? To rise out of the devastation and confusion?

Take heart friend, spring is here. The air bristles with possibilities.