While butterflies sleep high in the mountains under a starry sky, people in the valley below are already stirring. It's still dark at 5 am when the women take their corn to the mill. It will be freshly-ground into masa for the day's tortillas. Like these woman, many people grow their own food in this part of the world. Come in from the cold morning, hear the comforting chug-a-lug of the mill's engine, and feel the warmth of community among these life-long neighbors.