My inner chameleon has shown itself again, prompting me to exit the government in search of the next adventure. I head to London shortly, where I will immediately feel a bittersweet sense of homecoming. It happens every time, from the second I arrive to the dusty South Kensington tube stop, heavy bags in tow. Up the Old Brompton Road I go, meandering towards Queen’s Gate, the location of my first London residence. Nostalgia overwhelms me, smacks me like a rude double decker bus.
Leaping from spot to spot, crispy little things that are easily mistaken for leaves, except for their constant mobility. My enthusiasm for wildlife is well-served by this quick weekend trip and the cool fall weather. The exotic pasture, home to various African game, teems with energy. On walks and game drives, we encounter oryx and zebras, including a young foal, maybe 4 months old, human like in its shy attachment to its mother.