Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night, sat up on the edge of my bed, and felt… disappointed. The curtains were tapping gently against the frame of the window. There was a soft, intermittent breeze blowing in through the room. The lights of Johannesburg shimmered behind the curtain. I could see the city through the cracks in the curtain when the breeze would blow. I tried to put my finger on the ...