The sounds of Africa

The night is alive with the music of insects and birds... It is something like crickets, but in a thousand different rhythms, pitches, and paces. A lone owl (or something else?) calls softly from afar, such a lonely, pure sound. Choir practice drifts from the chapel, just notes and beats, too soft for words. And two girls walk by hand in hand singing in perfect harmony.

I woke up this morning to spirituals drifting from the chapel, loud enough now to hear. The lord of the dance has always been one of my favorite hymns, but you haven't really heard it till you've heard it with African drums.