I step out on my beloved balcony to witness the “morning miracle”.

(Makali is sound asleep on the floor, on his bedroll.)

About 6:00 am I give up, slip on some gym shorts, quietly go downstairs, and start a pot of coffee. Normally on the morning of a hunt, we leave so early that all I’ll usually fix is a single cup of instant coffee. This morning I feel different. I feel the need to wake up and to somehow relax my anxious mind. While the coffee is brewing, I take advantage of the solitude and step out on my beloved balcony to witness the “morning miracle”. Africa is waking up to a new day. The sky is clear this morning. The thermometer attached next to the balcony door reads 55 degrees. The sun is just rising in the east and the horizon is ablaze with an artistic mixture of burnish orange and fiery crimson – absolutely breathtaking. The sounds of crickets and tree frogs is evolving into bird songs and monkey chatter. The world is fresh and new.

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