Today I woke up.
I brushed my teeth and got dressed.
I had my tea and a drove to work.
Like any other day.
Only it is not any other day.
Today Nelson Mandela is dead.
The city has shrouded itself in mourning.
The blue summer skies hidden behind leaden gray clouds.
A surreal tint is layered over everything.
And no one says anything.
And everyone weeps silently.