Christmas and a sermon without words
One of the reasons why I love the Kalahari is for its silence. Come mid-December and the earth lies bleached and flattened by the heat, all life retreats into inert silence. Birds sit motionless in the green depths of the camel thorn trees, their beaks agape to cool the blood. Even insects scuttle for the shelter offered by a leaf, a stone or bush, waiting quietly for the heat to pass.
