The light is coming down through the branches, giving the surroundings a peaceful color. If I somehow could block out the horrible, high-pitched, continuous sound, the surroundings would almost seem serene.
The women sits up and goes to the stove, takes the high-pitching water kettle, puts it down on the counter, turns off the heat and makes tea. She gives me a pat on the back while going back to her sit.
I stretch out, sit down myself, and enjoy the serenity.
Photo by IMAdina