Six mornings, six walks, one camera. This is what the first hour of the day looks like above the valley.
The path is older than the road below it, and half the town still prefers it.
No. 4
The stall opens at ten past five. By six the bench outside it is full.
The monsoon does not ask. On a wet morning the walk becomes a window.
Everything that had been hiding from the rain came out to lie in it.
An hour up, ten minutes of light, and the reason people keep doing this.