We woke up this morning to the sounds of Mirebalais beginning it's day. The roosters were crowing. The soft meowing of a cat contrasted with the dogs barking back and forth.
The guest house we stayed in was in the midst of a residential area. Outside our window we could look down upon people's homes. The walls were wooden with corrugated tin on top. Leaves were scattered across the roofs from the trees in the area.
On the modest concrete porch sat blue, red and yellow buckets. They were likely used for washing clothes and children. A small child peeked out of the pink cloth that served as the door. They toddle out and the mother came quickly to shoo them back inside. An older brother and sister came back to the house with a bag from the market.
It was a simple little glance outside the window. However what a sweet peek into another world.
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