Living in a fast-paced urban concrete landscape sometimes makes us forget that people like Yai No actually exist, growing strong and free together with her wild cotton, indigo, chickens, beetles and dragonflies, weaving the patterns of her life with a quiet inward smile. We work towards the time when we find ourselves in the country, living a somewhat similar life. Until then the threads and pieces of the fabric of that slow peaceful world will stay close to us as a reminder of where we want to be – in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields, a triangle cushion at our side and an ice tea at hand, with the gentle hand-cranking of a wooden cotton roller enveloped by buzzing and birdsong.