So here I am in my perfect bushman lounge .
Weathered rocks , tough fynbos and a matabele ant highway at my feet.
In the distance ochre red crumbling weathered hills
An ice cold chibuli at left hand
Could any "civilized" lounge or opulent hotel rival this? NEVER
Birds land in the bush behind me -- different tapping wings sounds and whirring flights for each type of bird.
The long lazy silence
Broken only by nature's noise
Long winds breathing through fragrant kloofs
Rushing to somewhere less hot?
The trees and bushes acknowledge
King Winds continual passing by bowing, rustling and swaying
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