The rainy season has brought some spectacular sky gazing: frothy cumulus clouds, black thunderheads, beautiful sunsets. Leanna, our multi-talented logistician administrator, suggested that Paul Simon had it right. I would tend to agree.
Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
"Under African Skies" — Paul Simon