Thoughts on the Himalaya.
I speak with authority on everything (everything?) except the Himalaya: Anything I say turns redundant sooner or later.
Words before the rising mountains, before their natural beauty and aura.
Fall flatly to sea level.
Yet I speak, in words as brief as rocks, as light as birds, so that one day these words bear enough weight to sit at the top of these mountains.
House gilded in the evening sun. Udaipur, Rajasthan, India. December 2020.