my first hour off the Tarifa-Tangier ferry / the call to prayer from a hostel rooftop, gritty and enchanting / color has new meaning in a place so abundant in it but deficient in most everything else

 

the northern lights from an airplane window / out dancing alone / they open the windows in winter and blast the geothermal heat

 

here I felt that by smiling I could change the world / joy comes in many many many forms / i counted seconds slowly between each motorbike honk and could only get to nine / Varanasi