You stand there for a moment among the silent doorknockers.
You light up and walk through sunbeams up a stone staircase and wish to bring everyone you love here with you. You feel hallowed forever colliding with the sacred now in the way that the heavy acorns fall by the dozens around your shoulders but none strike your vulnerable head.
You exhale smoke and smell the breath of Shiva as a veil lifts from your surroundings, revealing this moment crystallized in light, and then falls draped over a tall marble monument. Crumpling over the top, becoming still, becoming stone.
MOWE