It's quiet here away from my home in Joco. The only sound comes from my music player which sings me "Llevame a la Cruz" by Hillsong, and I yearn to pluck the strings of the guitar I left.
I love the stillness here, but I will grow weary of it after a few days and will soon long for the clamor of my 13 person Mexican tribe.
Whispers of little voices on the wind, with their dozens of white baby teeth showing, my heart will flicker and the flame will warm the depths of my soul, renewing my spirit and showing me, once again, a glimpse of Paradise.