Stepping out onto the pavement

with bits of green life sprouting from the sides,

the torrid heat falls upon my skin,

unable to stop these constant drips of sweat

from sliding down my flushed cheeks.

Heading into the coral porch,

I notice the white woven hammock hanging there

waiting for a gentle sway-

tempted, but resisted.

I am welcomed by the sweet sound of innocent laughter

and the bittersweet smell of roasting cocoa beans.

I close my eyes and smell the freshness of this tropical breeze,

feeling it blow through curly, long hair strands.

The land of volcanoes and lakes;

This is what I've been waiting for.

I'm home.