Sat in the bus today to come to work, bright fall sunshine on my shoulders. A motley crew crammed into the vehicle, an old woman with leathery skin squeezed me towards the window.
If I concentrate hard enough, it’s almost like our mountain bus trips at 4am, sleepily getting into the bus to go from one place to the other. People, faces split in wide friendly smiles, connections made because you share a same love and wonder for the land.
The Bangalore roads fall away, and up rise steep mountains on one side and the gorge on the other.
The mountains beckon…