A bit of nostalgia, a sepia memory, a lingering smell, myriad shades of green, rain and more rain. The cold seeps into the bones.
Fluffy clouds drift into windows, rubbing on the roads, misery set in grey chilled clouds. Ghost still, layers of the white snow. Snow and melting ice and slush…the long walk home.
And then the break of the sun, thousand shades of red and orange, life is great, we are happy….let us go out, to the lovely crisp evening, to the mall...
Toss a new discussion around coffee cups. Gaze a million stars.
The merry go round of faces, pretty faces…
Years have passed and I remember Shimla, a piece of heaven as it were.