This moment, I hear no sound except the zebra scraping, scratching, struggling with his dust bath. There, dancing in the warm summer rays, dust; each particle shimmering, sparkling to and fro as it floats back to earth. The zebra’s struggle ends, giving way to silence. The sun warms my cheek, and sparkling shimmer settles across the plain … there is peace. A feeling which you cannot see, you cannot hear, wraps around my soul -- Spirit in the Sky.