I wake up every morning at dawn and look out my garden window to the soft pink clouds that beckon me eastward. Sometimes I go on my walk immediately, taking blue and blackberries with me. Sometimes I have a silent, joyful breakfast at my small table and then I venture out into the blue, green, … Continue reading Autumn Musings
La tormenta de viento y lluvia se desató mientras transitábamos entre los antiguos fuertes Nahargarh y Jargarh en las montañas Aravalli al norte de Jaipur. Pocos minutos antes el Sol desértico de Rajastán nos tostaba mientras paséabamos por la terrazas del palacio en el interior de Nahargarh y observábamos las murallas del fuerte, la vegetación … Continue reading Atardecer en Jaipur
At dawn the sky is clearing after several days of tropical rainfall. The waning moon, surrounded by thin clouds, is still visible on the blue dome. Soft sunlight illumines my garden, which smells of wet soil and blossoming roses. The raindrops feel cool on my fingertips as I gather them from the leaves of the … Continue reading Freshness / Frescor
I find stilling simplicity in the wet vine leaves that glisten under the sunlight after the morning drizzle. Their shining freshness illumines my spirit. My heart quiets down to listen to the drops trickling down the cascade of leaves. Tras la garúa, me serena la simplicidad de las hojas mojadas de la enredadera que brillan … Continue reading After Drizzle / Tras la garúa
After the early morning rain, the sky cleared and the sun shone on my garden. I walked outside to breathe in the crisp air and to observe the wet garden. The raindrops trickled down the leaves of the green ivy that crawls up the fence. Some drops lay on the yellow blossom and green leaves … Continue reading Blossom and raindrops / Botón y gotas de lluvia
Daniel G. Campos 