Day 17, Part 2: Last Look

At the gate of the Kigali Airport, I took one last photo through the open window of the lights of Kigali below. For a city so densely populated, there is very little light; homes and lives are swallowed up by heavy, thick night, and all that remains are a few pinpricks of electricity in a warm and breathing sea.

When we boarded the plane, Rwanda was lost behind and beneath us, invisible and small and dark and needy and loved.