Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

Spring

A season for Neruda.

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Ode to autumn

Rubrum maple

Stare straight up at flames on blue canvas. Stare straight up so long that your neck hurts. Wait for the breeze to rustle limb and branch and leaf. Wait for it.

Wait some more.

A single leaf falls And then another and another. Sparks from natural fire that warm my soul.

(It’s been two years since I’ve seen a North American autumn. God bless it.)

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Delhi winter: Keep the home (and street) fires burning

Not exactly a warm hearth

Delhi winters are cold. Maybe not by U.S. standards, but here only the very rich (and not even most of them) can retreat to insulated buildings and central heating. Hence, if it’s 38 degrees outside, it’s pretty close to 38 inside.

The middle class survives on electric space heaters. The poor and laboring classes make due with nightly fires of wood, scrap and garbage. The extremely impoverished huddle together under blankets.

Here, some chowkidars and drivers sit around a burning piece of chipboard in posh Hauz Khas village in December.

Obviously, it’s not exactly chilly in Delhi anymore. But, as usual, I’m behind on posting photos.

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Hide your cows, it’s a-pouring outside

Wet cattle

Cows herd around a traffic island in Noida beneath an overpass to avoid a November rain.

The guys on the motorbike nearly crashed because they wanted to look at me as they sped by.

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Mist shrouds the woods of Sikkim

Foggy days

Sikkim is a wet, misty place this time of year. Monsoon apparently struck early.

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Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, go away.

Everything is wet

While much of India is scorchingly dry (and I’m not particularly looking forward to returning to that), Sikkim is cold and wet. Water puddles everywhere and even when it’s not raining, things never really dry.

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Misty foothills of south Sikkim

The view from my school of the Bhuriakhop valley

The school where I “teach” is tucked away near the end of a valley along winding mountain road. At about 6,000 feet, we’re officially the foothills of the Himalayas.

The topography of the area also means that clouds roll into the valley destroying visibility on many days. I’ve been on a few jogs now where I can’t see more than 10 meters at midday.

The monsoons have also come early this year, according to my local colleagues, so most days are wet, misty and gray. Every now and then, we get sun for a few minutes or hours (as above) but mostly we’re shrouded in fog and cloud (as below).

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Delhi’s ghost fog

Ghostly...

Ghostly...

Above, my roommate, Rachel, climbs on the weird playground equipment not far from our apartment.

Delhi has been overcome with temperature inversion-inducing fog in recent weeks. The mess has been compounded by the fact that Delhi is dusty from its ongoing renovation.

Flights have been cancelled, accidents have occurred, we became lost briefly during a stroll through the wicked atmospheric soup.

It’s awesome.

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