The blue of the African sky was the most perfect color God ever made. The air was so clear and the sunlight danced so brightly off the ocean, I felt as though I were standing inside a crystal. In the distance, one tiny, cloud floated eastward—as I had come. Where the ocean swept up the shore, the soft, golden sand on the beach became firm and copper-colored. I ventured into the water, and it curled over my feet, soothing away the heat of an African day. I stepped back onto the dry, scorching sand and turned to watch the water gather up my wet footprints, taking them into the ocean’s depths, disappearing westward—as others had gone.