eleven seventeen in durban,

and we will see our families on Monday...very happy news. But sad to think of all of this that is real and around us now disappearing so fast. I can't complain about the speed of travel these days, but when you no longer feel the actual distance between it all, it's hard to believe one place or the next. We just got back from listening to some jazz at the Bat Center, glorious to hear live music all around, in a beauty of an old building that has been converted into numerous ceramics, printmaking and craft studios and galleries, a music venue and bar. It was teriffic to meet up with Cazie again, to meet her mythical and fantastic boyfriend, to talk about great films with them, to be out at night by the docks. Earlier today we played in the warm waves, then lay on the beach quietly. City noise can be soothing after so much silence. Noises of aliveness are so nice.