Metaphors in New Barili

Every morning, heavy fogs are lifting, clouds are rolling

Uncovering the overlooking

Across, are mountaintops with patches of green-yellow-brown, in complementary harmonies

Below, we see the entire world existing just beneath our notice

Every afternoon, we hike through the woods

Passing midst mellow caress of lush greens

We travel along the rhythmic motion of trails: Up...Down... Like unending slopes

Just to meet the people, with highest hopes

At dusk, we eagerly await the sun as it swims down the horizon

And watch the crepuscular rays paint the place with sheer bliss

When the moon ascends and meets the line,

Dispersed stars afloat steadily on serene skies

Everyday, we experience fleeting glimpse of their story; from how the place get drenched with hefty raindrops

From how the rainbow arches and peeks through treetops

From how the flowers blossom, leaves fall, and twigs litter the floor

From how the wind howls, people begin to soar.

It has been a month of solitary

Someplace tropical, someplace cozy

It has been weeks away from the contemporary: Social media, walls of people, and the usual day-to-day errands in the city

It is indeed an invaluable gift and a life-changing opportunity

To re-experience joy with the people of New Barili.

-Marifa B. Tandih, NBB