Ekhaya.......

Yes, home.......

Back amongst bitter winter chills, whirling cyclones of icycle stalagmites, tight jaws raw gusts impaling your jacket on your body like flags clinging to patriots, safely mitts, scarves and balaclavas make the impassible possible............

all but worth it if not for family ties that hold you down when you lost floundering, warmth of a hug, of a well placed smile, of a dap, of a hand gripped in brotherly solidarity, of a prayer offered in your behalf, of a love that unfailingly surrounds you > this is the sun in an existence that is thirsty for heat, this is my heart, this is family

Blessd