Walk up a trail which vanishes into the shadows of the very mountain it follows, notice the lavendar colored grass flowers sprouting to give their own ray of color, the copper pink whiffs of clouds encircle the ice cones rising high above the horizon, blazing brick colored huts hanging defiantly on precarious ridges, follow the pebble I happen to kick over a cliff and admire the gorge which barely catch any ray of sunshine, notice the rhododendrons as they change from crimson to white like benchmarks of changing altitude, the highest rhododendrons camouflaged in the occasional snow a random icy wind brings, sit at a tea shop with its open hearth and smell of dung fuel, drink in the moment of mental emancipation. I've reached nirvana! ~Sitara~ Hi Monyminded, aren't we always evolving! :)