10/14/2026
It’s never quiet. That’s the one nobody tells you. Hyenas somewhere in the dark, a lion so far off it’s more vibration than sound, crickets the whole night through. You lie there and listen, and eventually you sleep through it. 💤
Then at first light it gets busier. The birds start, one at a time and then all at once, and that’s what actually wakes you — not an alarm, not a phone. 🌅
Later that morning, a lion. Not in a photograph and not behind anything. Lying in the grass thirty metres away, entirely uninterested in you, in the exact place he chose to be. Nobody in the vehicle says much. 🦁
And at night, back at the campfire, you sit and listen to the same plains you drove across that morning, and something out there is awake and moving whether you listen or not. You listen anyway. 🔥
Years from now you’ll be somewhere ordinary — maybe a queue on a Tuesday morning — and for a second you’ll be back out in nature at six in the morning with the whole day ahead of you. ✨