end of a warm day in upper Dharamshala
with the sun
making every living thing
dance to its blood red tune
as it goes into slumber

her hair streaked
pink and green
battle with the ever glowing red of the dusk

she stands on the ledge looking down
on the village below
hills and cliffs
full of tall oak trees
ready to pierce the world

it’s been a month since she came here
after a spirit crushing residency
walking
climbing
listening
thinking
talking but not a lot

it’s finally over
she says to no one
it’s done
and lets out a warm breath
as the Universe prepares
for the next big thing

it’s almost dark
a gush of breeze makes her hair run
for her face
and the lights in the village start twinkling
like a mirror placed under a
cold Himalayan night