Wednesday

A holiday. No school.
The children come.
A borrowed mat spread over the dirt. A place prepared.


Singing.
Pictures colored for a story.



A craft.


Bananas.


Women filter into the edges to listen.


In the afternoon, a burning fever.
It breaks within a few hours.
I rise, shower away the sweat, and walk to have tea in an Indian home.
At the end of the day, there has been goodness in every moment.