A Winding Road in the Sun

Sounds of cicadas were on either side of the car. We hugged the narrow road as it twisted its way up the ridge through the jungle. Windows down, I hung my head and arm out taking in the sun, sounds and sweet air. Monkeys sat on rocks and stared back without fear. Hindi music played from the front of the car. As I gazed out I kept thinking that this all seemed like some strange movie that I was watching and yet part of. Chopta, India