Slice Of Life (3)

The morning hummed. The grasses were wet with dew. Nti Anem took out a white cloth and wiped the blades of grass as he passed. When the cloth was wet, he placed it in a bowl and repeated with another. They two moved in silence, the birds chirping in the distance as the sun finally hovered in sight.

“We should find some bamboo while we are at it.” he said to Ed following him silently. The two made their way into the mountains. The wet grasses mated behind them as their feet strolled through.

The morning seemed to liven the forest. Things of the night returned to sleep and things of the day popped out of hiding.