Report, if you have a problem with this page“ … everything was fresh, green and particularly beautiful. Afternoon light, filtering between remnants of monsoon clouds, picked out gullies and spot-lit patches of forest and scrub on the convoluted ridges of the rim of the Kathmandu Valley. Or, after a rainstorm, wisps of clouds clung to the trees as if scared to let go. Behind, himals peeked out shyly between the clouds. ”
Jane Wilson-Howarth
From : A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
