M. Hank

Honestly, it’s hard to believe that as I’m writing this, lounging here in a big bus (treat from Iteam), I’m completing four weeks in Guatemala. I had no idea I would be able to do this trip. My brain was full of fears.

Can I go back

Back to the place I call home

Full of laughter and love

The place where I sleep above my friend

As I'm surrounded by so many others

Darkness

swallowing up the sunset

streaks of gold and orange and pink fading to a dark navy blue

then, finally

once the sky has been painted over with a seemingly endless coat of black

the stars come out

speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word