"Over Africa" by Steve Adams

"Over Africa" by Steve Adams

After a day’s layover, we boarded the 747 in Frankfurt for the overnight trip to Johannesburg.  By now, I was a seasoned traveler, so the trip was exciting, but I was also anxious about what to expect in South Africa.  I knew so little about the continent, but I had high expectations of semi-arid savannah and exotic wildlife.

The flight out of Germany was uneventful as I ate the evening meal.  Soon after, I settled in and enjoyed the view of city lights inching past us some 35,000 feet below.  I dozed off and awoke sometime later to resume my night time scenery watching.

Instead of the lights of civilization, there were only moonlit, rolling clouds lit by occasional, distant flashes of lightning. There, suspended in the quiet dark high over Africa, an old song crept into my mind. I found myself smiling in the dark, quietly blessing the rains down in Africa—some of life's best adventures begin simply by looking out the window.

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