I am sitting here at sunset, or just after. There is a slight wind. It promised a shower this afternoon, but it did not materialise. I watch a helicopter take off from its landing pad on top of the hospital. The lights of the copter and the landing pad glow in this dusk – the light that is left after the sun has set and before it gets truly dark. The hills are quite blue, the sky, although cloudy, is blue. Street lights are coming on and glow in the half light. I can see my South Indian wood carving of Devi reflected in the windows. She is wearing orange today, the colour of Autumn. And Siva dances his dance of creation again and again and again. Destruction before creation. Out with the old before the new can exist.

It is dark now. I sit in the dark with a little lamp. The hills are gone from view, but the light of the helicopter pad remains, signifying that another emergency dash is due to arrive. I think of the family each time I notice its journey, and ask that they be given the strength to cope with whatever is being given to them at this time.

Author: Ganga108

Heat in the Kitchen, Cooking with Spirit. Temple junkie, temple builder, temple cleaner. Lover of life, people, cultures, travel. Champion of growth, change and awareness. Taker of photos. Passionate about family. Happy.

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