Fireflies

Lions Head. Cape Town. A hike i will never forget. 5:30pm set off, 1 and a half hours turned in to 4. Chains, ladders and flat shoes. Landed on top just in time for the most spectacular sun set i have ever witnessed. Magic surrounded me. 360 View, to one side the clouds constantly poured over Table Top edge, the deeper the sun sank into the earth the more saturated the sky became. It filled my eyes with dream like imagery. Images i would only have imagined to see on the 'like pages', you get on Facebook, that you think have been photoshopped, or ventured by some out back lonely planet traveller. My camera ran out of battery just as the sun hit the horizon. A moment of panic hit me, but as i took clarity in my surrounds i thought, stop. Enjoy this moment. You can not document it digitally, but you have stored it in your mind. In my mind it shall remain, a constant moment of magic. Surrounded by beautiful people. People i had hiked with, laughed, and shared one of the happiest evenings of my life. To the be sat on the rocks, to gaze around me, i saw peace in everyone. Everyone sat, stood, gazing, out in the horizon. Silent. 

Descending the mountain, we overcame fears, of hight, and of control. My legs shook. They wanted to give way to gravity. Give way to the weight i thudded unto them. Bottom rolled, i made my way down. Grasping the rock, rock that had molded to the hands of many climbers before me. History clung to these rocks. Memories embedded in every groove. The light faded to darkness as we slid down the other side of the mountain. Street lights, too beautiful to speak of lit the ground below us. Like giants we looked down to the lights of Cape Town. Glowing Roots grown on the land. Connecting people. Phone torches shone behind and in front of me. My shadow blocked my foot path. I fell at one point, ripping my leggings.

Zooms. Zooms of light wavered behind the glow of phone torches. We turned off the tights, stood still, and awed in amazement. Fire flies lit Lions Head in blanket of magic. I had to think hard then, of a way to describe what my eyes saw. Have you ever watched Brave? The wisps. The legend of the Wisp. Well i can only imagine that is what i had seen. I had seen a whole mountain of Wisps. I was silent and open to the mountain. I cried through the bewilderment of what my eyes witnessed. Days i could have spent on the mountain, in that moment. There was no camping spot. I scoured the rock path, up and down, only realizing that if i was to stop to sleep i would surely roll off the edge. You can have too much of a good thing, said the mountain. 

Apart from the birth of my son, this i can say, will be the best night of my life. I wonder what my journey will bring me next? Or what i will bring to my journey next? I am ready for more adventure.