Words
circle protestingly, a page of solid ink. Sky and earth. Meeting. The
sky so strong so enormous settling everything, choosing what glories
– what weathers! what tints! what beauties! – to bestow on earth.
A city of gardens; a noble river; exotic sun-scorched or leafless
trees and bursted flowers. Words breathed into the cool night air,
floating like clouds, swelling the atmosphere. Chandapore.
India.
Picture credit: Indian Home, 1927, A Y Jackson (source: WikiArt)
See the
opening to A Passage to India by
E. M. Forster.
From journal, February 2023.