ARMS OF AN ANGEL

MASCHE

A phone call can really change your life. After a night of no sleep, at all on Friday night, I walked up the side of table mountain in Cape Town at 6 o’clock in the morning to look at the morning lights. A faint red streak was painted across the sky, the moon was still out, the morning city lights where on, and the stars where still out. The same stars Hans and I had been staring out the night before.  So hard to look at this beautiful view and realize Hans would never be able to see this view with me. The soft mist, illuminated, was resting on the sea at the waterfront. Couldn’t helping thinking about his beautiful Beetle that drove us from A to B no matter where we wanted to explore. The only man I knew that would come paint my nails pink just to make me happy.

MAY