#81 Khajuraho

Spotlights hit the half hidden temple, and through the trees it is all crazy light dark. Earlier, I looked at the sculptures, the bas reliefs, stared at them in wonder. There was a certain grand madness to it all that deeply impressed me. Out here in the jungle, with monkeys and mountains, someone built this. I sat on the cool stone while night fell. No one came to eject me, but someone cut on the lights. Things unseen slithered in the grass, and creatures bounced in the trees. Someone was chanting in the shadows. This country began to dissolve me.