When the wind is right, you can hear the church bell in the distant village. It draws people to worship. In the past, the church would be crowded, but now there are a handful of people who come to the service. Some work, and others sleep from tiredness of staying at work until late.
I have distant relatives I don’t know. They are on my mother’s side of the family. I met them years ago when I was a child. That is the last time I saw them. I have relatives on my Dad’s side of the family. They are distant relatives also. Some are musical, and talented in cooking. Others love art, and they have painted beautiful pictures. I suppose to get to know my distant relatives would be a milestone.