Under the African Sky
It was a surreal moment.
Two African children running along a beaten path. Running toward something, or away from it - or just running aimlessly. The night breeze gently caressed the perspiration from their brows, and their innocent laughter rang out amidst the golden silence.
"Do you smell toast?"
"Let's go steal some bread!"
Tired, they collapsed upon a field of Elderflowers and slept till daybreak.
In that moment, Time stood still. And the memory was carefully buried in the bosom of Eternity.
It was a surreal moment.
Two African children running along a beaten path. Running toward something, or away from it - or just running aimlessly. The night breeze gently caressed the perspiration from their brows, and their innocent laughter rang out amidst the golden silence.
"Do you smell toast?"
"Let's go steal some bread!"
Tired, they collapsed upon a field of Elderflowers and slept till daybreak.
In that moment, Time stood still. And the memory was carefully buried in the bosom of Eternity.
It was a surreal moment.
