Hazy Daze & Nights

A sticky-hot day here in Guatemala City. Which often happens on the days it doesn’t rain during the rainy season. The sky hangs low, and it feels as if you’re walking through clouds of heat. Add to that a Friday afternoon, and everyone’s energy levels are hovering around their ankles. A city of Spanish-speaking zombies, waiting for the weekend.

The evening, though, is different. Beautiful. The haze that drapes the night city sky swallows up and glows with the golden light of the streetlamps. Everything is bathed in a silky, warm light that softens the sharp edges of the city. For a moment the sensation is one of floating, flowing… a summer stream of people. For a moment life one can forget about life on the machete’s edge and can dream peaceful dreams.