By: Riley Hickman
As I sit under the cool pine tree, still dripping from the day’s rain, I search for inspiration. I look down at the flowers found after scouring the mountainside with the local children, and I notice perfection. I look up at the vast open landscape of the Napahai wetland valley, with storm clouds rolling over the high peaks, and I find beauty. I look around at the homes and buildings and stone step paths and I feel a sense of complete ease. The blank page in front of me asks to be filled. This unique Tibetan region yearns to be explored and remembered. I know my pen will float easy, creating perfect, beautiful lines with ease.
As I sit under the cool pine tree, still dripping from the day’s rain, I search for inspiration. I look down at the flowers found after scouring the mountainside with the local children, and I notice perfection. I look up at the vast open landscape of the Napahai wetland valley, with storm clouds rolling over the high peaks, and I find beauty. I look around at the homes and buildings and stone step paths and I feel a sense of complete ease. The blank page in front of me asks to be filled. This unique Tibetan region yearns to be explored and remembered. I know my pen will float easy, creating perfect, beautiful lines with ease.