I could write about Nepal now, but I think I’ll do it some other time. It’s been a while already and my pictures are still not sorted. Here's one of the few I took since I returned. Fits quite well, I'd say.
It’s been 21 days since I came back and 38 since I went there. How do I know? I’m counting the days since I last saw the Runner. That would be 47 now. I didn't say goodbye and wish him happy holidays then, because I thought I’d see him later that week. Foolish mistake, I guess, because in the end we didn’t find the time.
So I hated leaving, loved being on the road, returned stuffed with stories and a gift - just to find him gone.
Took me a week to figure out what was wrong, another one to get him to talk. Tried to understand and managed the basics. Will finally see him in a few days, but there may not be enough space for both of us.
Of course it’s winter again. Days are short, sunlight scarce, work hell, mr. anywhere but here, and I’m yet another year older. I wonder what my life would look like if it happened on the other side of the equator.