Home sweet home

As the fog rolled in yesterday afternoon, one of my neighbours pulled on long pants and snuggled into a jersey. An incredibly unusual event! With darkness looming, braais were circled on the street in front on my house. Flames engulfed the coals, beers opened, wine poured, and neighbours relaxed.
 

It was supposed to be as balmy as the previous two evenings but instead cold and eerie thick fog blanketing the evening. One should not complain about the middle of winter! Packs of children cycled, skated, shrieked, and terrified boys ran howling from kiss intense girls. Another night to remember!

This morning, nothing but a lone marshmallow on my lawn remained. Except of course for the unusual neighbourhood community spirit and friendship which continue to grow!