Finding wonder

But as I gazed upon it, I saw a masterpiece. I saw grace in its curves, a defiant resilience in its knots. I imagined the storms it had withstood, and the sunsets it had silently admired. Its imperfections housed ingrained stories, and its scars whispered secrets.

From my perch high above the valley at my cousin Sadek Hussains’ farm, I marvelled at Botswana’s vast and golden landscape, a breathtaking panorama. Beauty, it seemed, was not a trait to be measured or judged. It resided in perception, in the stories we tell ourselves. For the beholder shapes the world, finding wonder in what others might overlook.