The Fort at Gwalior
January 9, 2008
Watching the sun set from this lonely ancient fort atop peaceful Gwalior, I took a moment to sit and reflect: I am in India.
The city is a patchwork of color from up this high. All the walls of the labyrinthine houses are painted blue or green or red, and the orange glowing light makes them pop back at me. I’m about 300 feet above sitting on the wall of the fort staring straight down at a gaggle of people going about their lives, finally oblivious to my presence. Their voices and the honking horns climb up the steep rock wall to meet my ears and mingle with the sounds of the eagles circling overhead.
