Lunch Time Sights

A lively silence follows the dawn. Lively from birds announcing their presence, dogs greeting each other, chickens clucking away in conversation, the leaves rustling in the breeze (if one happens to blow in). But the absence of the whir of cars, the white noise of televisions, and even human voices renders this otherwise energetic morning silent.

Until lunch time comes around. Then you catch the sights of village life.

Yaya's mid day soup. Yes, we have soup in this hot humid climate!

The young boys shooting hoops under the mango tree.

A little girl home from kindergarten.

A shopper on errands during her lunch break.

A Boeing 737 shattering the lively silence with its jet engines.

As the airplane's drone fades away toward the general direction north of the sunset, I sigh in contentment. I would rather be here, than in Guam, where that plane is headed. (If the plane had taken a turn toward the general direction of the sunrise, behind Mt. Tonachao, behind our house, Pohnpei's lively silence would have been shattered by her roaring engines.)

Ne anawas anim meinisin!

(Good noontime all!)

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