Its dawn in the village, waking up to the Serene sounds of nature. Slightly chilly but fresh... the crystal dew on the grass sparkles a cheerful good morning that lights up the soul.
Breakfast is a steaming hot sweet potato that baked over the log fire which kept us warm through the night. A mug of milk to boot.
The perils of the day will be getting the herd of cattle over the mountain ridge to the pastures ye yonder. It will be a long day, but i will be in good company. The jokes, the forklore, the banter always seem to nudge the day along.
Herding the cattle by the stream and seeing the beauties from the village gyrating whilst balancing the pots of water on their heads makes for a good and pleasant site too.
Was that a sound i just heard ? is that something nudging at my feet ? Oh damn, i just pulled the duvet off my feet.
Why do i always loose trail of that dream when i get to that part.
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