My boss is traveling in India to attend a wedding.
If I close my eyes and think of India, I picture hot pink and lime green. Orange too. Tangerine orange with gossamer shimmers and undertones of violet.
I also picture masses of people, noise, bicycles, dust, unimagined poverty alongside opulent riches.
And heat. Of course, heat.
But all woven through the disparities and contradictions, there is color, color, color. Turquoise buildings, ochre temples, red dirt, smoke, glimmer and sparkle off of shallow pools, deep muddy rivers. And color.
These wool rovings seemed to say India to me this morning as I think of Laurie in that vibrant, difficult world of India, traversing both the beauty and the heartbreak that must appear around every corner.
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