A Wave (Monsoon journey)

At Sea-Bird
The sea and sky were almost dark. Fishing boat dancing on sheet of wilder water at far reaches of harbor; the wind brought sound foam shells, scent & new mildness "Yes , the south" I shouted with satisfaction, raising my both hand in air, a gush of wind greeting me with giant wave crashing of bed of sea-rock.

By mid morning I seated a hundred feet above the Surf which crashed and foamed white around mountain with giant root sleeping under ton of sand. The sky was brilliant on warm summer evening early monsoon clods were making lightning show at distant horizon, on the other side of mountain city"s rusty and dry red or sometime moss covered roof looked like, open folded brochure's among them tall tree competing against city's growing height, I let a group of tourist drift pass me out of my eyesight.

I looked out to sea, beyond forested island, to the faded horizon, from that direction the foreign ships had come, brining warriors or trade? Their blue, red gold banners restless under same glittering sky . Perhaps those ships I imagined on horizon were not simply part of a colorful history.

After I return to hotel reception handed me a call , otherside sounded very familiar
"Come after two weeks form now and we'll get back to work"
I must have blinked even my dissertation sounded unreal to me " yes, okay.."
"two weeks from now" he said cheerfully
"All right" I said.
"Bring me a bag of cashunut" he said shamelessly.