A warm woodland breeze cascaded over the quaint wooden porch. A delicate crystal wind chime danced to its unique beat. The flowers were in full bloom, swaying in their hanging baskets, waiting for their winged visitors. The humming birds were fond of them, but more fond of their own designated feeders, filled with sweet succulent nectar. The day was warm and calm. It was becoming late afternoon, the heat dissipating and the wildlife beginning to emerge.
Delicate fingers caressed an odd wooden box that was set lightly over folded knees. It was a particularly interesting box constructed of bamboo shoots woven together by rawhide like strings. But its appearance alone is not what made it interesting. The importance to the person who held it could be observed in the way in which she carefully balanced and examined it.
A young woman dragged her fingers over the cover, removing a thick layer of dust to reveal the letters NUMI. The box had been a gift from her aunt in Seattle. Actually, the o