Sandstone In The Steppes

by Mike Rossi
 
The flat Karoo veld of thorny tufted bush starts to change as I entered the Southern Free State. Steppe-like, the vast grassy plains of Russia and the Ukraine and as far as your eye can see. The landscape is bleak, unless you’re a raptor with eagle eyes or someone with patience and appreciation. If you have the tenacity to stand in this heat, with an umbrella of course, you’d be surprised at the visitors you’d receive. If you went even further and crouched down on to your haunches, you would see even more. However, I would suggest that you tuck a concise dictionary on Entomology in your arms or the pocket version by Dorling Kindersley in your back pocket. But I wouldn’t hang around for to long. Giant ants are quite common.
 
Nimbus clouds have been following me. I waited patiently as she twisted and turned. Screw-shaped and double flick-flacks stretched across the skies. In moments of sheer anger, she’d self-destruct into large fragments of black cotton balls, and then smouldering clouds would reappear. The setting sun caressed her anger with golden hues. By six-o-clock she was heading westwards, leaving a sinuous, wispy trail of white cotton streaks in her wake. Then I knew that my New Year’s Eve was going to sparkle with Zsa Zsa Gabor diamonds in the night.
 
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