POEM: Frosted Glass

I knew I was old when,
upon seeing a frosted windowpane,
I felt no urge to plow my finger through it.

The cost of a cold finger tip didn’t feel worth it for the pleasure of dragging a digit through the frost, carving doodle art or a word,
the frost curling and tumbling down onto the sill to turn from chalk white crystals to clear bulbous drops.

Anyhow, the mere thought prompted me to etch my fleeting symbol onto the pane.

DAILY PHOTO: Orange and Old

Taken November 23, 2013 at Belur

Taken November 23, 2013 at Belur

In Cambodia, one can buy these paintings that are monochromatic with the exception of the vibrant saffron of monks’ robes. These artworks are commonly found around Siem Reap and have backgrounds such as the Bayon, Ta Prohm, or Angkor Wat. While this photo was taken in Belur, India at the Chennakeshava temple, it reminds me of an impromptu version of such paintings. All dull earth-tones, except the Hindu adherents moving about in their bright colors.

Apparently, the significance of the color orange is shared by Hindus and Buddhists. Krishna is usually portrayed in orange or yellow, and in Buddhism orange is considered the color of illumination.