So here I am in Fort Collins, working on various projects, wishing I were in the mountains taking advantage of the new snow falling tonight and tomorrow, but sending off a few emails to hotels in Chennai and Mammallapurna to set up some rooms for my first nights in Tamil Nadu. And thinking that I'd like to set up a way of communicating with whoever is out there while I make my way in that, for me, new and very old land.
So my thoughts are a bit like the icicle hanging from a porch overlooking Middle Park in Colorado a few weeks back. Dripping, then freezing, dripping, then freezing, gradually getting more solid, capturing the sunset against the Indian Peak wilderness, only to fall off in the heat of the next morning's sun. Not as hot as the tropical sun in India, but warm after a cold night.
