Back we went along the dusty road, back towards the temple. When we near, to our surprise, people roamed around the gates. A few new cars had arrived, unfortunate tourists who’d also mistaken the dates.
Unfortunate, but braver than we were, they rang the bell and got an answer. The keeper of the gates appeared, agreeing to let us in and see the temple.
The moral had been clear. Even if you see no answer, still ring the bell, you never know who’ll listen.
Together, we walked into the courtyard.
Where a silent guardian greeted us.
The gates ever under his vigil.
But another warden announced our arrival, calling to every creature with its howl.
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