Arrival

With light brush strokes the white of the clouds are painted. Flying high above, my restless eyes gaze into the vastness of the sea. As we descend across the mist I begin to see the rugged terrain, far different from what I've grown accustomed to, shanties piled high on top of magnificant mountains. How my soul yearns to ascend those mountains. We land, I am here, The voice next to me says, "Welcome to Haiti", my journey continues.