a walk in the clouds
or something like it. i was just outdoors, in the beautiful garden that adorns the front of our house. as i attempted to 'walk off' the stomach ache that had begun to bother me during dinner, i fell in love with the garden all over again. and with life here and now. all over again.
what it means to be home for 3 months i cannot put in words, and will not try. the garden, however, put me in a very happy place this evening. as i walked on the soft, wet grass, breathing in the fragrance of raat ki rani, i thought about india, i thought about stanford, and sighed a most contented sigh. if i tried, i couldn't find something to make me unhappy today.
what it means to be home for 3 months i cannot put in words, and will not try. the garden, however, put me in a very happy place this evening. as i walked on the soft, wet grass, breathing in the fragrance of raat ki rani, i thought about india, i thought about stanford, and sighed a most contented sigh. if i tried, i couldn't find something to make me unhappy today.
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