There is a different feel to the air today, almost felt like an autumn day. The breeze has a touch of coolness to it, and the evening falls softly, the darkness coming down slowly and evenly like flakes of snow in winter. The twilight takes on a special stillness. In the
Midwest, the coolness in the air would remind you to bring a jacket that evening, and you would expect to find a full harvest moon lighting your way. If you were in rural
Illinois, where I grew up, you’d hear the crackle of ripe corn stalks whispering to each other in the night wind. A tinge of anticipation hangs in the air. You pause to take it in as your heart catches. At that moment you are caught between two worlds; a bit of sadness, nostalgia really for what you will leave behind, and the building excitement of continuing on to the next adventure. It’s like coming down a long staircase and hesitating a moment, holding your foot in the air before letting it touch the last step. I step down, breaking the spell. It is time to leave the
Dominican Republic.
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