Recalling A Fleeting African Experience

On a safari experience I had with Charlie and a small group, our vehicle got stuck in a mud rut. We all had to get out and there I stood in a steamy open area of the Mara. It was like a dream. The smell of animal dung was heavy in the air as were the flies and their buzzing. I could feel the low grass tickle my exposed legs. My eyes kept darting back and forth as any movement near or far caused goose bumps to surface on my arms and neck. No lions. No hyenas. No threats before we continued our journey. But I will forever remember those few minutes in God's amazing creation.