Jaiselmer fort

Same same but different, J off to Pushkar I think, my plan's changing aa conversation bubbles up around me. A night in the dunes, changing winds, why not? So an extra couple of nights here, routines to break and a route out to be found. 
The day passes, late afternoon finding me in the alleys, back to the sunset point but not for sunset. 
It's quiter tonight',the hazed sun flailing, dimmed stars above the floodlit fort, a thousand clicks in the hope ones in focus. 
It's good to be back here, still scratching at a vague itch, a simple overlook in the fragmentary realm of memory. 
But none of it really matters, what focus is found is what remains, here and now I'm sitting on a hilltop looking over at the fort, around and beyond the desert. Later food and sleep but now quiet, comparative memories set aside, the walls painted bright against the darkening sky and a path winding down the hill.