My Experience - Leh

Opaque brown mountains,
Deafening green rivers,
The raging sunlight takes rest,
Nothing but C sharp in my ears.

As the night desends,
and the lights go out,
the dogs with their antlers,
seek solace in the darkness.

A slight breeze,
whistling through the leaves,
disturbs the trees,
as they try to sleep.

But yet the bliss,
is untouched, unhurt,
for the cold wind at night,
beckons the snow at first.

The brown tipped mountains,
softly turn to white,
with only the stars as it's witness,
the cloud covered moon tries to peek.

The night comes to an end,
the horizon lights up,
the river wakes up the town,
as the people fight the light.

With generators abuzz,
and breakfast being made,
the smell of fresh bread and coffee,
overpowers the senses.

A little boy just woken up,
steps out and feels a chill,
looks up expecting brown mountains,
but is thrilled to see them bright.

He runs and yells across the town,
he runs as fast as his little legs can,
the smiles as the towns people talk,
and he runs and jumps..

... to catch the first flake of snow...