Tehachapi and Caliente, to the southeast of Bakersfield, California
Sunrise over Barstow, California
A little flicker of life
If we can't laugh at our frailty
Then what do we have left?
I sat in the dirt, leaning against my car, watching the sunrise over Barstow.
An image came to my mind, a memory really: kites resting on electrical wires. Hundreds and hundreds of kites. It was "Kite Day" in Ahmadabad, India. Everyone was flying kites. Every street. Every roof top. Even in the shantytown near the train station. Kites and more kites. It was a thing to see. Somehow the memory seemed appropriate.
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