An Evening in Kenya

I stand in the gym, drinking in the steady breeze blowing through the building. Not too warm, not too cold, but just right; the sort of breeze that envelops you without suffocating you. I turn to watch a white flock of sacred ibises fly past trees splashed with magenta, lavender, green, yellow, and red, tinged orange by the setting sun. I stroll down the front access road, stooping beside a rose bush heavy with pale pink, fragrant blooms, reminded of my father by their familiar scent and of my mother by the flower at the peak of its blushing beauty.




So. This is Kenya.