kathmandu – the daysman

breaking the spell

I wanted to write one last, grand, post-sabbatical retrospective. And today I realized I can’t put it behind me. Ever.

We were glad to see each other and sad to leave each other.

We have felt welcomed, honored and loved. It is humbling, really.

Since our flight was delayed for two weeks, we get to experience monsoon. Notice I did not say enjoy it.

I pause to snap a photo of an alley, because it looks inviting. Or because it doesn’t.