Nunomia Village

The village: a changed scene. I was surprised at all the new houses, wires and the increase of traffic on the road that cuts across the valley. In spite of it all, there is comfort in the familiar sounds of the village: chirping critters, swishing bamboo, singing birds, flowing water in the irrigation canals, the village chime alerting everyone to the time. The village still seems peaceful. The hills around us are like torn paper edges against the sky and there is always a bit of haze that softens the view. There is chatter on the roads as elderly neighbors meet and greet one another in the early morning, before the heat really sets in. White cars (don’t ask me why there are so many white cars) take office workers towards the city for their very important tasks while the village remains calm and pleasantly lively as laundry is hung out, weeds are pulled, dogs are walked and chores are done. There is a rhythm here that just feels right.