The Far East always had a strong appeal to me and when someone mentioned Kashmir Dreams I knew I had to go there.
And so I did. Landing near a beach camp, all thoughts of the East immediately faded.
The whole place seemed abandoned. No one in sight and dark clouds were approaching.
As I walked towards the trailer I see this home-made wind chime under the awning. It kept still in spite of the soft breeze washing the sand. Skys suddenly turned blue and a strange rain could be seen in the horizon pouring from a big dark cloud.
The storm was approaching and I took a bike that stood nearby and pedaled away as fast as I could.
The day became darker. In the distance a bright light could be seen. I headed there and trying to pay no attention to the scary look of the lantern guardian I asked where I could get some information. “At the liquor Store, m’me”
When I arrived the rain had stopped. The air was heavy, an old pick-up that had seen better days stood there, facing the apparently abandoned building.
The glasses in the windows were broken and I looked inside. Strangely the table was set for three and, in contrast with the desolation outside, everything looked bright and shining.
I waited and waited and no one appeared. I headed back to the beach camp and took a nap inside the trailer before going home.