I find myself riding on the back of a motorbike last night. Wind in my hair. Cool night breeze on my skin. Winding through the mountain roads. Then I spot it. The half moon.

Last night I had a love affair. A love affair with the moon. I think everyone has that one thing that really makes them feel love and beauty each time they look at it. It could be flowers. It could be deep blue ocean water. It could be a big tree in a forest. For me. It is the moon. It fills me with wonder. It makes my heart open. It gives me the most overwhelming sense of awe.

I have no idea where my life is going to take me after this amazing adventure. When my money runs out. I am not sure where I will end up. Maybe back home in Melbourne. Maybe a new home somewhere else. The anticipation of what the future holds.

Is both scary and exciting. All I know is that the moon will be with me. Always.

As we ride through a small town there is the most beautiful horse and cart. The horses White as snow. Draped in tassels and bells. There is a man dressed up in traditional festive clothing. A head piece dripping in jewels. There are men playing drums and trumpets. The women are dressed in bright coloured Saris. Dripping in gold. There is lights and music. We stop to have a look and a young women asks us to dance with them. Everyone starts marching and dancing down the road. With horse and cart in tow. We are taking pictures of them. They are taking pictures with us. We are all happy to be exactly where we are. Celebrating and sharing the moment.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night. A day filled with windy mountain roads. Celebrations for the local religious ceremony. A temple at the highest peak. Being blessed by a spiritual Baba. The fresh cool breeze. Mountains and green trees as far as the eye can see. Scratching a doe eyed cow behind the ears. Feeding monkeys coconuts. Tickling cheeky beggar children. Smiles from strangers. And the moon.


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