The Peaceful Village

The morning radiance beamed the same elegance as the roofs and rooftops of this humble village.

The elderlies went to the town plaza and started yoga excercises. The kids were sent to various learning institutions by their parents. Some kids go to join the Church Choire, others went to the cemetery, cleaning the leftover candles, to be recycled and used for the next November.

As for the Cumulous Knight, he's in the middle of metamorphosis, out of mist, a handsome young man in farmer's clothes emerged out of nowhere.

"Haaaaay, it seems like the weather is fine today."

Cumulous Knight materialized a guitar out of the surrounding mist and started his adventure... or should I say, journey?

As he walked into the village with his guitar strapped on his back, he enjoyed the scenery of perfectly arranged rice fields, of summer breeze flirting with scarecrows and Balete Trees.

Out of the blue, the Cumulous Knight noticed a pair of father and son from afar. The father seems to be in his middle age while the son isn't probably in Kindergarten yet.

Both are riding their own bikes, the middle-aged man is riding a mountain bike while the kid is riding quite a cute bike. It doesn't have training wheels, but due to its size, the bike does appear cute nevertheless.

The little kid is probably 200 meters apart from his dad already, while the father seems to be enjoying the wafting fragrance of early morning.

The Cumulous Knight, as a creature who has been observing humanity for a long time decided to sing country music.

The strumming of the guitar exudes melody of peace and serenity, full of grace and arcane splendor.