goldenlangur Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 gray May This year on my father's death anniversary I go to work. It starts as a gray May dawn and the butter lamps give the prayer room a glow of gold. On the road with the stop-and-start of the traffic and the drizzle I half-listen to the radio: Is it Climate change : this Icelandic volcanic eruption and the early monsoon rain and storms? There's more news of a train crash in India, the Kenyan flower growers ruined by the volcano ash and flight cancellations and foreign tourists stranded in Delhi International Airport. At last light there is still a gray pall over the valley and the sun is a haze of orange. in dreams tombs in a churchyard tell of lives unconnected to mine and yet I wake up in tears for a loss I cannot name Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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