Bangalore with Sunset and Frogs
I'm in India right now, in Bangalore (now called Bengaluru as India reverts the Anglicized city names to the original ones). It's an urban chaos of the most magical kind, like a gritty fantasy city full of wonder and trash. Small shops jostle with huge parks of concrete towers, rain trees spread over quarter of an acre, barn owls hiss and murmur outside my window in a 20-story building
The city has dogs like Rome has cats, and a pack of them hang out behind the apartment. I think it's a bitch and her grown pups. They communicate by howling, like wolves, rather than barking or yipping.
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Yesterday, a storm arrived at sunset. The monsoon is coming in, the rains have started. The sky was orange as the earth here is red.
At night, the sky fills up with bats, hawking for insects under the lights. And this evening, walking down a paved road, I was delighted by a number of frogs. They're so scarce most places.
