purpose

i love when you are unexpectedly brought back to a different time and place by a simple action that in and of itself holds little meaning. every time i bite into a piece of fresh pineapple i immediately find myself in the busy but friendly streets of Haikou, surrounded by bicycle taxis and the welcomed noise of street vendors, as children’s laughter dances throughout the playground behind me. if i close my eyes just for a moment, the heat from the sun on my face as it glares through the bus window will invite me to the dusty streets of Kitwe, where the beautiful sound of raw voices singing loudly and without reserve surrounds me and i am holding a child whose eyes are so dark and bright i can see my own reflection glistening in their depths. i remain in those memories as long as they allow, and although some of them are but a moment of a moment, they reach in and touch my soul and there is no doubt where i belong.