Monsoon

looking to the soaring eagles
we took flight
catching wind and soaring above the green rows of corn, the lush steep himalayn faces.
Before the rain falls, we fly high.
Now, listening to rain drops fall, we await the motorcycle ride through this valley of the gods.
So, we await pondering this rugged place, manali.
a place for the free spirited, rebels, and adventurous.
A place where the road side stores are dominated by the "one piece old skool ski suites and boots" rental booths.
Shop number 2006? or maybe number 865?
Each one we cruise by I look back and laugh, " So this is where all the classic one piece suites end up? Heaven...? Maybe?
---Molly