There is a
certain magic in the warmth of the winter sun in the Bushveld. Early in the
morning you can feel the bite of the winter on your skin. Your nose, ears and
your fingers will complain about the harshness of the winter, but suddenly
after ten or eleven, cosiness, appear. The same sun that can burn down with
fire on you in summer will cuddle you now and give you a gentle warm massage.
Ek voel
altyd die warmte van die wintersonnetjie om my soos die genade van die Here wat
my sag omvou. Ek wil dit koester en tjoepstil sit sodat die gevoel nog so
rukkie langer kan aanhou.
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