Continuation of a poem of adventure and darkness…

Haiku about pine trees.

Fly to your imagination.

In this article of 1979, culled from his diary, the author fondly recalls the memories of a bike ride from Supa to Haliyal in Karnataka, on a moonlit night, through the dense forests.

A gray and dreary day.

The lane is a narrow one seldom used by four-wheeled vehicles. It is more like a well-used foot-path but I can see motorcycle tire marks on the exposed. Anyhow, at the moment it is all still except for the sounds of birds singing, insects screeching and mosquitoes buzzing..

I love beautiful flower shows.

Imagine yourself wandering around the lush green fields, fresh air blowing your hair all over the place, birds flying, tall trees huddled together. Observing nature in its pristine form.