I sucked on boiled sweets from the store in Tash as I wound slowly towards the mountain pass, trucks hurtling by me through the the dusty orange light of dawn. Snow had settled on the ridges above me, where yak and goat roamed, their small silhouettes against the sunrise. I clutched a few truck handles and hunched over until I reached the pass.

When I set off from the Crossroads of Sari Tash, the flatlands reaching out under a blue thin blue sky, high in the atmosphere, I felt a weight growing in my mind again — I was grasping at beauty, never able to hold it for long, pushed onwards always by the rigid confines of mankind, forcing my gaze to the horizon, away from the sky and the earth above.

I sucked on boiled sweets from the store in Tash as I wound slowly towards the mountain pass, trucks hurtling by me through the the dusty orange light of dawn. Snow had settled on the ridges above me, where yak and goat roamed, their small silhouettes against the sunrise. I clutched a few truck handles and hunched over until I reached the pass.

I sucked on boiled sweets from the store in Tash as I wound slowly towards the mountain pass, trucks hurtling by me through the the dusty orange light of dawn. Snow had settled on the ridges above me, where yak and goat roamed, their small silhouettes against the sunrise. I clutched a few truck handles and hunched over until I reached the pass.