A quaver quivers as it clings to the last ray of light. It's waiting for the sun to roll off the edge of Africa and the day to snap shut before dancing across the Savannah to join the other notes for tonight's orchestral movement.
Darkness enfolds us and the crickets start playing their strings. Frogs boast on their trombones and a lion roars to remind others that he owns the night.
This for me is a sacred moment. My camera can keep the visuals 'alive' but the sounds and smells of the bush need to percolate into the folds of my being so I can carry them with me for years to come; I've no idea when my next trip to South Africa will be.
Deep breaths relax my body; my hearing is re-tuned to these once familiar airwaves and the doors of my soul open wide to embrace the vastness and contradictions that define this country.
Friends and strangers blessed me with invites to spend time in private game parks and I'm forever grateful for their generosity. The opportunity to go on drives and encounter the wildlife close up in such serene surrounds was a highlight of my trip.
Whilst I went to South Africa for a holiday, I also had a number of prickly emotional issues to attend to and this time provided the perfect opportunity to re-frame my internal perspective.
I was mesmerized by the beauty of some trees from a distance; reminded of the viscous thorns close up and intrigued that they could provide nourishment for any living creature.
Having turned fifty this year, I can now stand back and see the wonderful parts of my life; acknowledge the scratches and pain and select from it that which will provide sustenance for the years to come.