The village mornings are beautiful

I'm watching boys who can't be much more than 10 leading a small herd of cows down the 'road'in front of our hut. Naked little babies run past. Little girls dink eachother on bikes that are too big for them. A woman is boiling water and cooking a breakfast of rice porridge. Her hut, which is front of ours is silhouetted by an orange morning light by a sun that is yet to rise. Behind me two volunteers are cooking, four others are watching them cook and chatting, while another is doing Yoga. The rest are sleeping or so I think. I am awake, I feel at peace, the sun is rising, its 5.30am and did I mention, I am awake.