We’ve entered
the season of the shortest days. Winter. The barren valley and trees made my
heart ache. The cold in Thimphu is unbearable and how we wish each time that
spring was here.
But as I walk
outside, oh, I love witnessing the barren valley and bare trees. I see the
few remaining amber-red leaves on the tree. It’s full of
spectral dancing shadows. The light keeps sparkling through the bare branches
of the trees, so beautiful, so mesmerizing.
I see birds’
nests visibly exposed in the bare branches after leaves dropped in autumn. The
nests sit there, delicately, vulnerably. The blue sky remains as boundless and open as our mind.
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