today started fresh at 6 am with the cool breeze blowing. morning is the beautiful time, the one part of the day when all feels new and alive, the green looks green the air descends coolly into my room from the open veranda and there in my room i feel a little bit inside waken up, that part that shuts off in the face of the stickiness and grime and hot air that define my bodily existence all other times of day.
fresh from a squat-shower beneath a faucet, silence only broken by the occasional bus trundling by outside my window. for one moment, in the caress of this light breeze, i forget i am not the only person in this city, in this place and time. it is only us.
soon enough the sun will break through the early morning mists, heat driving away the cool, and peoples cars buses autorickshaws will be a scatter through the streets with all their fumes noises grunts, shops will open again out to the street and hawkers will spread their wares on the walk. but i dont think of this—
it is incredible, the quality of moments of peace to widen out into an infinity with no end in imagination.
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