There are sunrises you forget by noon.
And then there are sunrises
you carry forever.
Table Mountain gave me one of the latter.
I took the cable car before dawn.
The city still slept.
But the mountain was awake.
At the summit, the world looked paused.
Clouds spilled over the cliffs
like soft waterfalls of light.
I stood alone,
hands cold,
heart full.
The air tasted like possibility.
And then —
the sun broke the horizon.
Golden light swept over the sea.
Over rooftops.
Over time itself.
It didn’t just rise.
It revealed.
Cape Town stretched before me.
A city holding oceans and mountains
in one breath.
Later, I sipped rooibos tea
on a wooden bench at the edge of the cliff.
I opened 온라인카지노 out of habit,
scrolled through early scores —
but quickly looked up again.
Because no screen
could match what I was seeing.
On my descent,
I met a guide who said,
“This mountain teaches patience.
You can’t rush a view like that.”
I thought about that
all day.
Wandered Bo-Kaap’s bright streets.
Ate bobotie with my fingers.
Danced with strangers on Long Street.
Before bed,
I checked 우리카지노,
just to keep a thread of home close.
But I knew —
I was somewhere unforgettable.
Because Cape Town didn’t just show me beauty.
It showed me how to receive it.