- A Timeless Beauty
at the lake at dusk, flying in to an airstrip with the last light.
People came out to meet us on the runway, carrying hats decorated
with bright bougainvillea petals bringing us sugared glasses of
tropical fruit juice. Everyone was laughing and talking and shaking
our hands. I have never felt so welcome anywhere. I thought I'd
come home to a place I had always known.
porter grabbed our luggage. Somebody else handed John our key and
we followed our suitcases through a fragrant garden where frangipani
blossoms spread that tropical scent. I could sense, but not quite
see the lake beyond the strip of silver beach, and hear the gentle
lap of small waves. I stopped for a moment, standing still to remind
myself that I am really here, in Africa; in Malawi