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