(on the bus, from repkong to hor)
the air has an almost sharp smell when i get a first whiff of it - laden with rain, unrestricted motion, suffused by the bright blue skies overhead.
we are driving through expansive grasslands - green, contours of hills modeled by patches of light streaming through large billowy clouds. yaks appear as dark clustered splotches, and nomads' tents are bright white triangles.
--jen