It was late in the morning at Tat Ein village in Shan State, about the time that the monks have their lunch (always eaten well before noon), and a line of novice monks was slowing winding down the hill, through a canopy of leafy trees, towards the dining room of the monastery.
Later, after they had consumed that final meal of the day, some of the novice monks wandered over to where I was sitting under a tree (paging through my Burmese phrase book) and posed for a round of photos. That led so some of them running around the trees and then swinging from the branches, and finally dropping from the trees like red-robed pine cones. I wish you could hear their high-pitched giggles, the buzz of delight, as they swung and swooped from the trees. Priceless moments on a warm Shan State morning.