Only when it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

Thoughts from a micro ride at sunset. May 24, 2010 Tell me again why the world turns pink when the sun goes down.... We wondered what would happen if skin would melt into fire a golden hue of yellow left when the spark began to flicker we scrambled into the dark blinding light left for no one a leaf turned orange red falling into nothing gasping, yet reaching, and still holding as hands streched wide to take as if they could reach forever for to hold a world unlike their own pondering for more than there could be but always asking more than there was to give step back from the darkness a voice resides and yet a rustle of a branch that holds can you see yourself in such blackness as hands strech into flames and a flicker falls onto my torso i hold harder and stronger yet the wind has taught me the light will come my breath waits till morning shudders of silence pierce the trees until the piece of yellow breaks and all the world melts once again unto me

It's almost winter in Chile! Now when I say it's cold outside, it's really not, not to a New Yorker at least, or I should say upstate New Yorker. Its usually like a brisk fall day. At night, the temperature hits a cool 40-45 degrees or so and during the day stays usually somewhere around 50...now 45 degrees in March in NYS is almost shorts and flip flop weather after bearing through negative temperatures all winter. So why is it so cold? Because...drum roll please...there is no heat inside the buildings! Now I remember a time living on good old Margaret St and my parents refusing to turn the heat on unless the temperature dropped below 40 degrees...we sat bundled in hats and scarfs and I imed my friends with gloves on my fingers, so I guess I should be sort of accustomed to it by noq, but man it's cold. Its nice to have a brisk cold day and come inside and take off your jacket and warm up...but usually once inside and out of any sort of direct sunlight you suddenly ge...

There is always hope. This is the thing I like most about Chile, there is a different sense of hope here that doesn't exist everywhere. I have mentioned several times how I have a different feeling here, a feeling of happiness. Today I realized that it's an overall sense of contentment that fulfills me most of the time. I believe I have been very happy in my life, I was happy in love once, I was happy in school once, I had a great job and was happy with that...but here, there is nothing so specific, its not love or work or an amazing city...its just a feeling of contentment that spreads through the different areas of my life. Its a good feeling...and so there is hope. I saw what hope really is and is not when we ventured down south for the weekend to help build media aguas (shacks, basically) to the victims of the earthquake. It was as entering a war zone. Destruction, what once was, is not..not at all. I expected a bit to feel sad during the weekend, a sense of helplessness,...