little blocks

1.yosei bought a harmonica from a toyshop owner who broke into song during the purchasing, we frequently lament the lack of the md recorder. india is never quiet, not at night, maybe during the hot part of the afternoon it could be but the music is always through windows and the neighbors children are crying and the the whole family comes back from snacks piled on the same scooter like little rubber balls in a row. the coconut pile is always in the same place, the road is widened and the trees left in the middle, sand slipping over the roots. cow dung is first pressed into little balls left outside the temple to dry and then affixed to the trunk of a fat tree like toroiseshell to cure. light is stark and harsh; every place has its own strange sum of colors, here there is yellow brown, violet blue and gold, with flashes of pink, orange and poolbottom blue.