Massive frost in the night turned into the most glorious morning and became a day so beautiful - still, cloudless, blue, sunny ... the Free State winters I remember and dreamed about when I lived in NastyTown.
In blue pyjamas I sat on my front step, a block of sandstone. I looked at the mountain and she looked back. I put my nose into the steam of morning tea.
This is it, the very It of Itness.
