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📍Lower Zambezi National Park, Zambia The Zambezi in the early dry season carries a particular stillness at dawn. The water is low and flat, holding the light like a mirror that has not quite decided what to reflect. The far bank dissolves into mist, and the trees behind it dissolve further, until the world is reduced to a few bands of color: grey water, amber grass, the soft blue-purple of everything that has not yet been found by the sun. She has been in this river her whole life. So have her mother and her mother's mother. The Zambezi's hippo pods are among the densest remaining anywhere, and the territorial boundaries between them are old and seriously maintained. A threat yawn is not aggression exactly. It is information. The opening of a mouth that can span four feet and carry teeth the length of a forearm is a statement of fact about the order of things, delivered into the evening air, whether anyone receives it or not. The light does not care what she is saying. It just keeps doing what it does, turning everything the same soft rose, making the whole scene look like something remembered rather than witnessed. The river was hers before we arrived. It will be hers long after. Show more