It’s my last night in Bangladesh, so I celebrated with room service, a bad movie, and before that … a sunset swim.

The rooftop pool tempted me from the start, but there hasn’t been time for it between trips to the field. Now my work is almost done, so I spent a few minutes side-stroking through the gloaming.

It was good to be suspended in the warm water, thinking about all that I’ve seen, the people I’ve met, how we all live under the same sky and clouds, how we all look up at the same unfathomable blue.

Not a lot in common, true, but more than it might seem.