Pilgrimage

"My God" my friend prayed suddenly against the twittering sky. Unusually sky was filled with swallows and Bea-eater above us,sun was at horizon waiting for swallows to return home. We shouldn't be waiting here with long ride ahead of us tomorrow "Pilgrims are supposed to turn in early".

We set off along moonless streets, I felt that sadness that comes dropping down from height , leaving anything lofty. I squeezed the Handel bar and rushed in front. Before I turned the corner of old mango tree, I glanced back once, to pin that spot of light in my memory jumping in dark grey. There it was again , gleaming above street tumbling like toon character . Curious I slowed down to watch a light shivering with a skeleton of machine. Still looking at it for moment, I looked hard at it then light winked.

After a cuppa of steaming but strangely no so hot tea I Kicked it again.. As I moved my leg; my back had fallen asleep surrounding felt suddenly soft to sharp, impossibly uncomfortable, especially with thought of bed looming ahead of me.