The oriental magpie robin was busy calling out excitedly in a tree we stood next to talking about our plans.
Only Leela Samson heard it, peering between the branches, trying to see who was causing the ruckus.
The mornings are still cool. Sunder Nursery was bathed in the spring light. The vast gardens seemed far away from anything at all. Perhaps monuments take you back in time.
Writing about Running 