ABSTRACT
Stray clouds float along the receding edge of a front that has scattered leaves over the puddled streets of the Mystic Public Housing Project in greater Boston. The sun is warm as I pass narrow, beige towers of apartment blocks connected by wide annexes of brick. A young boy yells in glee, chasing another child into a playground of blue metal swings and climbing apparatuses. On the edge of the playground, two girls with light brown skin dressed in blue jeans and bright blouses trade stickers from shiny books. Families stroll the sidewalks and converse in Creole, Spanish, Portuguese, and English.
