The burning heat of the plain rises up creating ripples in the air.
It is hot and humid, like a sauna, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
The grass is dry and stretches almost as far as the horizon, a vast ocean of stubble.
Distant trees silhouetted black against the blazing apricot and cranberry sky.
Voices as old as the history itself whisper across the plain ‘God is here’.
A distant lion roars as the sun sets ending another day in Earth’s womb, Africa.