The old windlash rotated to the alternating rhythm of a woman drawing water from the well. Its sound was loud, just as one would expect when metal was spinning amidst other metal parts. She only needed to perform the dipping motion three to four times, and once the bucket was full, she lifted it to carry it home.
The path to her house wasn't far, and even though it was still early in the morning and the street was quite shaded, the road was now well-lit with the glowing lights from the scattered trees there.
Upon reaching her doorstep, she didn't bring the bucket inside. Instead, she placed it in front of the house and took a watering can. A watering can was already sitting in front of the window, and she filled it with a few scoops of water.
"Hmm~ heem, hmm."
