Of the happenings that transpire under the light of the stars, they have always been there for one to stumble upon. From overlapping toes to clasped hands, to curtained rooms, the whole of the village is busy and nobody wants anyone to know about it. As the wind blows and the leaves rustle, so too do the soft exclaimations of pleasure and pain characterize the night. Along with the hope that nobody hears, nobody discovers, the rampant disregard for supposed cultural norms. Though do norms only count in the daytime when lovers refuse to acknowlegde each other? Or are the starlit affairs not an abuse of the norms, but instead simply the complete manifestation of them? Some are mere youth trying new things while others are trying new partners. What is infideliy in a culture that permits polygamy anyhow? Does infidelity even exist, is it based on intention or does it only kick in when the roster is full? Regardless, people are usually late to sleep and some rooms fill with a natural heat, even in the absence of the blazing son.
Culture is a complex an dynamic beast, it must be to shun unmarried couples, yet under the stars encourage locked lips and poorly recited lines of true love. Here desire is drunkeness and the darkness its vice, obscuring visions and decisions all through the night.