Right Now i am listening to the Sikh parade and festival noises drifting into the window on a breeze. It sounds like a confusion scene from a movie...The room starts spinning, and unfamiliar sounds whirl around the subject until they burst through the bathroom doors and run pell-mell to the sink. Cold water on the face is the only cure for confusion scenes. If I was smart, I would be at the festival...taking some phenomenal pictures. I am not smart. I am sore from my morning run. It is REALLY loud this year. I wounder if they changed the parade route. I think they are marching around my house. I have always wanted to visit India. Today I am there!