Golden sun burns through the smoke that thunders. Orange slowly consumes blue. Wilting branches seek refuge in the river. Peace and tranquility disturbed by aggression.
Like ink spilled across a page, the bull’s musth stains his skin. Temporin secretes in a thick, tar-like stream down the sides of his head. His testosterone surges to extraordinary levels.
Just downstream, Victoria Falls, known as “The Smoke That Thunders,” sent its mist into the morning sky. This male African elephant, drinking from the Zambezi on a cool summer morning, nearly charged a truck that ventured too close. I was glad to be in a boat.
