I wonder… Do the trees sing in Africa at the tail end of the day, as the sun drifts to the west, dragging the light, the colour bleeding from the sky in its wake, causing such rejoicing from the branches? Does the African kingfisher wear a smart, shiny cobalt jacket, slung over his shoulders, catching the early morning light, just like his cousin in Yangon? Does the frangipani blossom peep shyly up towards the African sky, pleading for just a few drops of rain, in return promising to release their scent into the surrounding air? Does the water lean to the right when it slips downwards from an emptying washbowl just like it does further north on the other side of the equator ? Does it rain at four in the afternoon in Africa, flooding lanes, prompting laughter and annoyance in equal mix? I wonder… What language do the frogs speak in Africa? Would they understand their Burmese friends as they revel and splash in the mud? I wonder so much about this continent that I have yet to properly meet. And soon I will wonder no more. Yangon, June 2016
Photo courtesy of http://www.africam.com/wildlife/african_sunsets_wildlife_and_landscape_photography
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“Walking in the Rain at Night” 