Twinkling

After the sun goes down Haiti becomes one of the darkest places I have ever been. In Canada we have lights everywhere. It’s very hard to be anywhere that electricity doesn’t go. In Haiti it gets so dark you can’t see your hand in front of your face unless your eyes really adjust. Last night Chris and I went to a local resort on a date for dinner, and after as we were walking back to the main road through the blackness I saw something I have never seen. We came along side a sugar cane field and I saw something flicker. It was so small I thought I was seeing things, but then realized it was a fire fly. Then we saw more flickers. We slowed our pace and realized there were hundreds of fire flies flying over the field. I don’t know how to describe the feeling and sight of hundreds of tiny flickers in the dark quiet, other than to say it was one of the most beautiful and peaceful things I have ever experienced. It was the kind of thing I wanted to take a picture of or bottle to show people so they could see and feel it too, but I know that’s not possible, not in any way that would do it any justice.

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About Leslie

I'm Leslie. Wife. Mother. Missionary. In the day to day my husband and I are responsible for running Clean Water for Haiti, a humanitarian mission that builds and distributes water filters to Haitian families. Living in Haiti full time provides lots of stories, and as I tell my husband, our grandkids probably won't believe most of them. Maybe writing them down will give me some credibility.

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