I wished I had a cliff to climb,
A sea-shore to walk through,
A wild land to cross over
In a breathless reinvigorating race,
Going ahead,
I realized that time had no anchor and that I had no age
That we are thrown into this world
Like free electrons swept by wind
That have to make their way
Sometimes filled with wonder
Sometimes filled with pain
All my wanderings led me there
Into your wild landscape
In a so unconventional, unwanted way...
Over the Himalayas (October 2016)
Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
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