![]() ![]() Like many Bay Area Jews, we celebrate Shabbat and observe the laws and customs of our religion in our own traditional ways: we eat homemade challah and enjoy a family dinner every Friday evening we keep a kosher home, and the no-pork-no-shellfish rule applies when we eat out some years we do only one Passover seder, and Lag Ba’omer was a holiday that completely escaped us this year. In our exhaustion and excitement, none of us noticed that we traveled through an entire Shabbat. By the time we arrived in Johannesburg, it was Saturday. It was a Thursday when we left our busy home in California. We journeyed many hours and great distances across continents, oceans and time zones to this tranquil place at the bottom of Africa. For many moments, we are surrounded only by cracking branches, whispering leaves and the setting sun. Her tail swishes behind her, and the grass rustles. She drops the woody limbs with their few leaves into her waiting mouth. Her trunk effortlessly tears entire branches off the tree. One lone elephant grazes in the twilight. Their dark silhouettes are a dramatic contrast to the gently glowing sun and pinky-orange sky. ![]() The trees stretch their bare arms upwards, as if reaching for those last few essential rays of light. Sunset happens early and quickly in winter. The wide African sky is streaked pink and gold as the sun inches toward the horizon. ![]()
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