Morning Games

There are so many tiny stories that come around when you let them on a trip like this. The buildings were built very close together in this neighborhood, sometimes narrow enough that I could reach both sides of the street with my arms outstretched.

These two were playing cards at the edge of the light when I found them on a walk one morning. They didn't look up until I got down right next to them and, even then, the foreigner with the camera hardly registered. Obviously, there were more important things to pay attention to. They were focused on the immediate. But, then again, so was I. And it was a good place to be.