Juniper, being burned as incense in front of the Jokhang Temple
May 1993

Juniper. It is my barometer of the day’s religious significance. Its fragrance creeps into my room from the nearby Jokhang and the city’s rooftops and windowsills, and wakes me, telling me by its intensity that the day is a new moon or a full moon or an important holiday. Outside, it is morning in the Barkhor.