We woke this morning to a strange hush. There were no motorbike horns beeping, no vendors hawking bread or soup, no clamor from students eating fried eggs and rice on the strip of concrete outside our gate. The alley was strangely empty except for garbage collectors picking up an overflow of trash generated during the pre-Tet cleaning frenzy and a few stray kids kicking a rubber ball around.
Tet, the lunar new year, is definitely upon us. The closure of schools and businesses and the mass exodus of urbanites to their home towns and villages are sure signs. The Mai flowers are also in bloom, and homes are wearing fresh paint on their window shutters. Vietnam is decked in her holiday best.
Tet is certainly in the air...and still a week to go.