Shimba. Lake Nakuru. Mara. Amboseli

The same grey wildebeests with their trendy mohawks
The same zebras wearing their black and white body suits
The same buffalos giving you bitch stares
The same ostriches flaunting their legs for days
The same hyenas lurking around
The same elephants getting their daily mudbaths
The same lions lying lazily like the bosses they are
The same cheetahs that remain ever so hard to spot
The same birds not getting as much attention as the carnivores
The same snake slithering suspiciously into a bush
The same white tourists wearing their binoculars and safari hats
The same bumpy roads winding infinitely in between grass that is fifty shades of green across plains that ceaselessly stretch into hazy hills
The same tour guide telling you when that when you get to that other side you will see more animals
The same burning heat in the same semi-stuffy semi-airconditioned tour van

A new peace that calms the storm each and every single time.