embraced

At dusk strong gusts bring in heavy fog and the mountain is cocooned.  The children ought to be studying, Maya walked down to Surakcha’s school to help carry the nine year old’s book bag, no easy thirty minutes up.  Now we eat roasted corn kernals and fresh milk.  A lazy day mean while paragliders swoop and curve above the Pokhara valley, and yesterday’s 70 minute walk down to lakeside and I am too sore to do little but listen and breathe  nature's widest expanse.