The air was warm and still.
The birds were flitting in the trees,
Singing nature's praises.
It was a perfect day.
Too good a day to waste indoors.
We kitted up,
Time for a ride.
What better place than a nature reserve?
Large tranquil vistas,
Aromatherapy of the fynbos,
The infectious serenity of the grazing buck.
I don't like hills.
And hills is the main ingredient
On Cape Town's smorgasbord.
Swallow hard and swallow fast,
You might not even notice them.
Elation, excitement, adrenalin.
Smash!
Some sneaky, soft sand
Snagged my wheel
And venomously
Threw me to the ground
With a snapped knee.
We are but playthings
In Nature's humorous palm.
Sharon Heaney Stansfield