The following poem is a collection of small writing pieces created along our 3 day trek through the Himalayas. The orange clay like earth beneath my feet feels nice. It’s as if the soil moves according to you, its confidence determined by the rain. My skin is cool and damp, easily noticed as it sticks...
The field reports: Long day Service in the morning; Learning from a gold miner turned conservationist in the afternoon Night hike, led by volunteer community members, formerly hunters, now conservationists. The crew is worn out!