Rhythm | Haiti, Part 1

Giant green hills cascading above humid, misty lowlands. The sounds of high-strung guitar music and the smoke of distant fires. Concrete buildings adorned with brightly-colored paint and laundry on the line. Goats and chickens, curbside.  Midday markets packed with corn, rice, bananas, jewelry, outdated cell phone cases and piles of plastic shoes. Gentle eyes peering out of dusty…