Lightening pierced the sky and the thunder cracked and rumbled as the storm overtook the majestic mountains of Rishakesh. A penetrating rain freshened the air above the mighty Ganges. By candlelight i sat on the edge of a canopied, roof-top restaurant over looking the valley and played gypsy melodies like a concerto with the storm as my symphony; a humble offering to this village, it's people and the breath-taking land it's built upon. i feel like i could stay here forever and play my horn, read, drink chai, watch the babas and strange tourists and monkeys make their way over the massive foot bridge that spans the valley. I suppose i am here forever right now and it feels good. Nothing left to say but namaste ;)