Today is a beutiful day. Lately we have been having sunny mornings and cloudy afternoons, with high humidity that stays to play after dark, so you lay in bed trying to sleep, sweating and reaching with every molecule of your overheating body for whatever slight breeze might blow by. Today, though, is sunny through and through, hot but not humid, clear, and gorgeous. And today we finally get to see the US Embassy, which we have had a standing (and constantly postponed) meeting at for three months now. It's Ghana.
Or maybe today just feels like a good day because it feels like there is less trash lining the roadway. The grass is greener today than it has been in a long time. All the laundry out on the lines seems white, and glowily backlit by a proud and strong mid-day sun. Even the traffic is more demure than usual. We have been on the road for twenty minutes now and I haven't heard a single horn.
I definitely feel like I have been reborn into the world. Everything is brighter somehow. The trees we drive past are growing a strange new fruit, branches bending under soccer balls and basketballs. The empty lots of weeds and low plantain trees soak up the sun. A shady glade shelters two little stores overflowing with neat, bright stacks of buckets and overflowing baskets of melons and eggplants, okra and onions and mangoes. A plantain-seller fans her coals crouched under the roof of her little shack. The cheerfully staged families on the Barclay's billboards don't even seem contrived. Maybe it is my recent illness, or making a new friend, or maybe I have come out the other side of the cloud of depression I was under for a couple of weeks. Whatever it is, I feel fresh, brand new, adventureful and pregnant with the joy of possibilities. I feel like I can take on the world, like I am in the right place at the right time. This is more in sync than I have been in a while.
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