I hate safaris. And I’ll tell you why…

It wasn’t the intense heat that radiated down and caused increased humidity in the air. The way my face and body dripped with sweat and made me both physically uncomfortable and caused me to feel self conscious about the smell of me in front of my lady guide.

I could smell the mix of Jeep exhaust and animal dung, though I couldn’t tell you in the moment wh...

As the day dwindles, I gaze upon the blooming dandelion filled sky. Clouds filling the horizon as the dandelions darken into the haze of autumn leaves.

As my thoughts drift deeper into the meddling of my daily affairs, I don’t even notice as the leaves of the fall season slowly drift into a melancholy melon before drifting to a sultry grapey wine. And as my thoughts drift back to the present mom...