And I dream of Africa

I think the noise woke me first, but the glow of the laptop as Grant walked into the bedroom was what made me sit up. The clock read 3 a.m. and there was an elephant at the watering hole. We watched as he drank and then retired to a small grove of trees to tear branches and leaves with his trunk and lift them to his mouth. After a time, the camera moved to a herd of zebras (is there a special word for a group of zebras?). One zebra rolled in obvious delight, a baby nudged his mother's withers. I fell asleep to the sound of African birds celebrating a beautiful day.

And I dreamed of Africa.