Street talk

Sitting watching the light haze on the ganges, the day departed and tomorrow the ragged group splits finally. North as the heat rises within the confines of the alleys...

It's a time of parting; a natural endpoint to this adventure...but sad also...the future remains a big place, roads return into themselves, echo the same road in some ways but, still, we need to perform these rituals as we pass...I suppose this has just been an important week, something learned, something remembered and tomorrow the sorrow of parting.

But the road remains, wonders to be found and treasures to be gathered; time runs on now, and a ticket north needs to be gathered...