dreamin

London by night holds secrets and delights, none of which i'm privy to. Saturday, a night like any other in routine, somehow feels emptier for me.

In this bitter cold, i dream of my future travels. I will reward myself at the end of my six months in South Africa ( i know, i went from 2 to 3 to 6 now), with a trip to somewhere i've always wanted to go---the Seychelles. It's a 5 hour direct flight from Johannesburg. Every photo i've ever seen of this tiny group of islands in the middle of the Indian ocean, is beyond beautiful, beyond words.