When I miss Africa, what tugs at my heart are scenes like this – an ethereal vista that even in the moment you question whether it’s a dream.
Looking across the seemingly never-ending Masai Mara, the acacia looked like tiny models, not trees that would easily dwarf us . The wildebeests were only discernible as flesh and blood creatures because of their familiar inverted v-shape that they make when they’re grazing. The scene was a horizontal version of the perspective one gets when looking down at the world from an incredibly tall building.
And then there was the light. The miraculous light seen after a rain when the sun peeks through a dark, cloud-filled sky, illuminating the golden grass below, and in contrast, the haze takes on a purple-blue hue that is otherworldly.
For a view like this I would pray for rain everyday….