Watching the sun set over the plains of Nairobi, Kenya from a hot air ballon suspended in the sky.

Rising up,

Lifted by unseen hands with gentle persuasion and just a hint of the magical as I ascend on still air with nary a sound except but one – the husky roar of the fire above our heads which lights our faces in hues of orange. The arising of the flames cast shadows that dance ephemeral minuet’s on the ground through the

Tall grasses, which sway to and fro like the long hairs on the backs of the beasts petted by a massive unseen hand. I imagine it is to soothe the animals which roam through the plains of seemingly endless horizons that time has left behind.

I revel in the simple purity of life and watch the breaths as they rise from the nostrils of the truly untamed, with hearts that beat out rhythms of ancient passings, as they pass unmolested underneath, unaware of the sky carriage suspended above them,

Uncaring of the creatures that stare in awe upon their broad shoulders and long necks.

In the distance, to the west, a ball of fire flickers with power that cannot be comprehended. A globe of liquid conflagration, but somehow I am not threatened, I am unafraid. Rather a welling comes up from the deepest part of my soul and envelopes me with purest of emotions that settle in my chest and remain there. It is a heaviness….

And a lightness of being that I cannot explain.

As the endless expanse of the horizon illuminates in colors of gold and yellow – I think

I may have glimpsed the very face of God.

It is what I imagine is called Electrum with a rainbow of green that flashes in amazing brilliance…and then dies slowly as the clouds gather to obscure the falling edges,

of the embers of Nairobi.

Tonight I will dream in color.