π Lower Zambezi National Park, Zambia The Lower Zambezi in the middle of the day has a particular quality of stillness. The heat flattens everything. The sand holds the warmth from the morning and gives it back slowly, and a pride that has eaten recently has no reason to be anywhere other than exactly here. The cub has tucked itself against the body of an adult, chin to the sand, the afternoon pressing down on all of them equally. Its eyes are at half-mast, that specific heaviness that comes after a meal and before sleep, caught in the narrow space between the two. The golden light has found the edges of its ears and made them glow. Behind it, barely in frame, the massive paw of an adult rests in the sand. The cub is not thinking about tomorrow. It is not thinking about anything. This is the whole of it, right now.