Hours passed. And nothing much happened.
The house filled with the smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee and then the sound of students outside, coming by to chat. The day grew hotter. We moved outside, sat on the porch, shared a couple of beers, and ate cold leftovers, an apple, and the first mango of the season. People passed; we greeted them.
This sweet little neighbor, Nirma, toddled back and forth between her house and ours to play.
And the daylight faded like this: content, with her dozed in my arms after a day spent with my husband, one old friend, and one new one here in Mapinhane, watching the day go by from the porch.