its been a while since it all happened. i took the bus leaving the city early in the morning. the december cold rushed in through the half open window with its eliot smells of smoke and flaking green paint. we reached the highway and turned, turned, turned away from the caressing comfort of yesterday and you, up into those mountains where it hasn't stopped raining since 1955. kanchendzonga shone in the horizon, white snow blazing in the afternoon sun.i haven't recovered from your city yet.