Weather reports called it the coldest
day of the year thus far.
Downtown Jozi was just over the horizon
when the tar suddenly appeared to be wet,
in winter.
Along the M2,
embankments are covered in patches
of snow like the hide of an Ayrshire Cow.
Tiny snow flakes bounce off the
windscreen as I drive through a rare
experience.
The last time it snowed in Johannesburg,
2012, it signaled a milestone and
the beginning of a decade-long
chapter in my life.
I wonder what news the miraculous
change in weather brings this time.
At least tonight’s news reports will be
dominated by scenes of falling snow
and smiling little faces,
and not the current sad state of affairs.