Village Chronicles

Today I’m lying down on the ground, staring at the sky. The sun is shining on my face, and the wind is blowing. The trees are moving in sync with the clouds. Why am I lying down, you might ask? I’m waiting for a delivery guy, and this place is so steep that I cannot stand straight without thinking about how it is. I look at it and think about our childhood. We used to run up and down this place like a hundred times a day. We would even carry things while running at a speed so high that thinking about it now makes my head spin. Aging comes with lots of things, because how do you explain to me that looking at this now gives me a migraine? The delivery guy is hers and is asking me why I look exhausted. I tell him I have walked up and down twice. He laughs because he used to be sent to tell us to stop screaming our lungs out. He tells me that time really flies. Look at me now, exhausted from something I used to do in a heartbeat. I have been staring at this tree, and I want to climb it. The funny thing is that I can still climb trees, but the steepness gives me chills. The irony in all of this is that when I am carrying farm products up the steep slope, I never feel it. Village life.