When I left for Haiti, one week ago, Southwestern Pennsylvania was still chilly and gray.
During my absence, a gentle ghost of spring visited the land.
Of course, compared to any Caribbean nation--even the unluckiest--this place is still pretty monochromatic.
It was a beautiful time in Haiti. The people are wonderful; despite poverty, disease, and ecological ruin, it's a lovely country with dramatic mountains and endless beaches. We did some sustainable humanitarian work in the cholera-prone highlands there. But it's good to be home to my native place of oatmeal skies.
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