That night she cooed herself to sleep while snuggling under the warmth of her duvet. Like a child anyone would have said. But the woman that lay there didn’t care much for she knew her time was coming and the clock was ticking, faster than ever before.
Seeing Luis lying there in obvious distress, I realized what I had done. Never before had I seen the actual physical effects of anger on another. The Bushmen were open when it came to feelings. Not only incoming but also they used feeling as a way of perceiving the world.
Dear Friend and I were walking along one of the dirt roads, on the private game ranch, where we had a restaurant. Making our way to the manager's office a pickup truck approached us. A marvelous sound came from the back of it. Happy joyful fun sounds.