Bountiful Festivities

People did not return to their dwellings tonight, despite the lateness of the hour. A boy grabbed my hand and led me in the direction of the increasingly riotous noise. The boy brought me to a scene of jubilant merrymaking and told me to enjoy myself at the village festival. I had no words for what I beheld. Life would be truly joyful if every day could be lived like this. - Syca