I just finished (re)watching [6×06] Abyss of Stargate SG-1. It has to be one of the best episodes of the show, and it seemed relevant in some interesting way. The weather outside (the English meadow with Norfolk Terrace and the cold waters of the Broad under the cover of white clouds), the thoughts generated by the episode, and the few songs I listened to after it (‘Storms in Africa’, ‘Book of Days’, ‘Key of the Twilight’) all seemed to form a whole.
And for some reason, the name Kilimanjaro keeps coming up. First encounter this week was in the retelling of a story of a story, second time in sir Arthur C. Clarke’s ‘The Songs of Distant Earth’ (“Why had he dreamed of Kilimanjaro?“), and now in a few searches over the internet.
I wish I’ll be able to say something along the lines of “And there was never another time like that first time in Africa!” someday in the not too distant future. Something about it manages to captivate my imagination.