An African relief emerges are we trundle down long roads cut int the deep red earth. As dawn arrives it casts long webs of light across the horizon.

Trees stand as shadows against a brightening sky. Mist hangs low as webs of dawn are drawn through light. Women, dimly lit, carry water and sugar cane; with children rambling alongside or bundled tightly to their backs.

As dawn draws ever nearer, threads of light now cling to the brick towers that stand watch over empty fields. Under these growing threads of lights the landscape expands, hugs emerge from shadows thatched roofs first. Men can now been seen leading their oxen to field while the cool of the night still clings to the air.

All this and thoughts of another.

As dawn draws ever on, the landscape changes rapidly like watching a flower bloom in time lapse. From shadows now to warmer colors, the road seems to breath through the rich red clay. We turn sharply, dawn is now behind is but catches quickly and races past wrapping a still sleepy camp in another day.

Mounds of rich soil dot the landscape now, a testament to the diligent work of termites. The country finally begins to yield to the relentless march of light revealing mangoes hanging high in the trees, and bananas bending palms low.

Colors are clearer now. Children move with a quicker step.

Another morning has gently woken this land from its ancient slumber.