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animated. It is perhaps too, the tea kicking in with its eternal stimulant abilities.
Around us, late a ernoon winds hint that the mountain version of night
connection to each other create a luxu- ry of space and feel.
Light fades slightly and preparations begin to make dinner, and of course take a bit more tea. Kersang is glowing,
Kersang’s home, which was at times, like a repository of a tea, butter, and wools.
is not far o . Kersang’s still smooth skin creases brie y as she smiles at something her daughter has said. is little home, with its cracks for the wind to prod, and its smell of smoke and butter is as comfortable a space as I’ve been in a long while. e human dynamic and the
perhaps in rekindled memories of a forgotten trade route, or perhaps simply because she understands her place bet- ter than most.