A wall the colour of the ground
Mud brick, borrowed shade, and the geometry of staying put.
The wall was the colour of the ground because it had once been the ground, persuaded into a vertical opinion.
They simply let you sit down without objecting.
In its shade, the village moved at a pace that made clocks look insecure. Tea arrived. Names were exchanged carefully. Nobody asked for a performance of wonder, so none was provided.
Some places do not reveal themselves. They simply let you sit down without objecting.