Village Life

My $500 Allen Edmonds' were caked in mud as we made our way up the rocky embankment behind our hut.
She smiled at me, I smiled back.
The sounds of a small necklace harmonica had floated across the village.
The sky was clear and the air was still cool and clean.
As we made our way down the dirt road that cut the settlement in two we followed the sound of the harmonica.
We came upon the small musician a bit down the road, but he was far too interested in his new instrument to notice us.
We all kept walking. She smiled at me again.