Seeking refuge from the rainstorm, under the eaves of the roof of a neighbor. We foreigners were but visitors in her home village and she was not so much interested in leaving than seeing the interesting ( I hope ) visitors.
This picture got me thinking. We are all alike in that, we seek refuge from time to time. A shelter for our head on a rainy day, a shoulder to lean on another type of day, arms to hold on to when our world seems to crack around us.. Everyone is vulnerable in some way, some just hide it better than others. And sometimes, in the right circumstances one does not need to hide or feel ashamed of being afraid or needing a shelter, a refuge. I hope everyone has a refuge for those needed moments.