Sep 29

One last rose blooms on the rosa rugosa before frost.

I am packing to go half way around the globe where it is 85 degrees, where the colors of autumn are in the tunics and saris instead of the leaves, where there are people on every corner like rocks in the mountains, where everything red and gold is sold for ten rupees, where there is still open ground to be broken to build a shrine for peace, health and good fortune.