Early Sunday morning

Sometime in the middle of the night...maybe it was about midnight... something came into the back of my dreams... something like the sound of a mesenko stroked. Later, this changed to the sound of chanting. Finally, I realized it was not just a dream, but I was really hearing chanting. At first light, I went out to the balcony and could see what seemed like white ghosts going and coming from the hill across the street, to the area of the church. Later, I snapped this photo of men and woman heading up the hill to the church. The church is central to the lives of these people, and this is Sunday morning, time for prayer and meditation.