The day was closing over the Lamai Wedge, and as the heat lifted, the light turned heavy and gold. Framed by the setting sun, this lion stood utterly still, mane aglow, breath slow. Lions aren’t always hunting or roaring or fighting. Sometimes they’re simply present: watching, waiting, part of the stillness. I’ve spent decades with lions, but this one held the moment in a way I won’t forget. Quiet. Grounded. Whole. The wild, distilled.