The small dogs yip, big dogs woof, cicadas click, horns sound, palm fronds rustle gently in the breeze and the sound of metal dinner plates clanging floats up from below. From my rooftop I look down over palm trees, light spilling through windows, and the occasional pedestrian. The wind is soft tonight and mosquito's find me but it's magic to be sitting up here, lost in the dark. As always, I can't tear myself away.
4am tomorrow will arrive quickly but somewhere in the distance there's an explosion of fireworks, red and white bursts, I'll stay a little longer.
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- chin to my shin
- A yogini who's chin does not, in fact, always reach her shin - but that's beside the point.
2 comments:
hey- so India won again. Hawaii is calling to be your next trip. It's hot here too. There is good yoga here too. Come on..
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