Louvered panels, woven mats, and screens choreographed air as carefully as ceremony. Builders sited openings to invite prevailing winds and release cooking smoke, while shaded verandas became classrooms, clinics, and stages. Comfort arrived not from machines but from orientation, patience, and respect for the restless generosity of moving air.
Communal halls housed multiple families, with hearths marking lineage and obligations. Seasonal ceremonies renewed ties, redistributed food, and settled disputes beneath rafters blackened by memory. Architecture stretched like kinship itself, reminding children that shelter includes duty, laughter, and a place for mourning’s echo to soften among trusted arms.
Carpenters read grain and moonlight, carving joints that swell tight in rain and relax in dry spells. Each post honored a felled ancestor tree, repaid through careful replanting and taboos against waste. Beauty and resilience emerged from patient hands, attentive forests, and reciprocity that modern supply chains often forget.