Carrying Yesterday’s Tiredness into a New Morning My body was still carrying yesterday’s trek. Every muscle remembered the climb, every breath carried fatigue. But something inside me refused to stay still. After Shali Tibba, I didn’t feel finished I felt open . As if the mountains had loosened something inside me and asked me to keep walking. After sunrise, while the sky was still pale and undecided, I stepped out of my village Garkhan . The world was quiet in that sacred early-morning way, where even thoughts move slowly. I walked downhill for thirty minutes to catch the first bus feet heavy, heart light, mind unusually calm. Crossing Water, Crossing a State of Mind On the way, a stream flowed gently across the path, collecting itself into small, clear pools. I stopped for a moment before crossing it. The water was cold, steady, alive. It felt like a boundary between yesterday’s exhaustion and today’s intention. Crossing that stream, I fel...
Not all those who wander are lost