Morning light the way only Cuba can.
Forever in love with the lampposts and even with the raucous, all-hours domino games on the street below.
Our games, passions and diversions keep things flowing in complicated times.
There is struggle the world over, and much worth struggling for. Nobody knows tomorrow, as I try to remind myself. As I see it, it is worth it to try and love the noise, the grime, the complication and to find moments of light and clarity beneath an ever-changing sky. [And a happy belated 498th birthday to Havana herself! Resistir vencer!]