Here, Now

There was a time, in the Colorado Rockies, when I stood and was transfixed by the sight of the Aspens, the glorious Aspens, shimmering in the wind.  There is that time of year when the leaves are just the right color when “shimmering” is just the right word for the magical display that happens in the breeze.

Here, now, in the veldt of South Africa, I watch the leaves of a tree blowing in the wind.  It is not an Aspen tree.  I don't even know the name that people have given to ...