Mid-September, the rainy season is coming to an end. In the fertile fields of the Teotihuacan Valley, green and golden hues intertwine, signaling the harvest of corn. From north to south in the valley, life flourishes everywhere, yet no signs of bustling crowds.
Flocks of colorful buntings descend from the sky, boldly perching on the corn. They sway their vibrant head feathers, break open the lush green husks, pecking at the just-mature kernels, one by one. Ring-tailed raccoons also emerge from the mountain forest, with innocent yet worried faces, cautiously extending long arms to stealthily snatch ears of corn from the fields.
