There isn’t enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of a single candle…wish I had a candle.  (Sunset at Tugela Toll Plaza on the N3 Highway, South Africa - (C) Cynically Jaded)

The recesses of my mind…taunted by the light…always just around the next bend, or after the next detour of darkness…but ever firmly out of reach. (Ruins of the Roman Coliseum in Tunisia - (C) Cynically Jaded)

Take me home

We buried my aunt last night. We weren’t very close, but she was a nice lady. She passed on in the afternoon, and we buried her by 22h00 the same evening in line with Muslim rites and customs. But like every funeral, I embraced the scent of camphor, probably more so than most would. We [...]