wisdom
the day begins in darkness –
before revealing a world
that was always there
a hollow, rumbling coo rings out, echoing in the morning’s breath, lingering in your ears. Rrr-Roo . Rrr-Roo . You think to ask your guide what it was. By now, the sky has lifted to a deep indigo, and you can just make out the tops of the trees on that distant ridge. One looks like a leopard about to pounce from a rock. One looks like nothing at all. Each is a doorway to the life that fills this land from soil to sky. The smell of coffee and earth meets in each breath. Voices chatter behind you, but your gaze remains fixed ahead. You wonder what’s out there,
what you’ll see. By now, the stars have been swallowed by the slow approach of dawn. In the first light, you notice circles rippling across the river’s surface. On its banks, leaves stir and forms emerge. Spoor hints at nighttime activity you try to picture. Colours come into focus, revealing a landscape where there was none before. And then, you’re called to the vehicle to set out in search of answers to the questions that have rushed through your mind, knowing well you won’t find them all.
Right Cold hands wrap around warm mugs, and curiosity stirs.
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