Nighttime in Nepal is the dance between two forces. One is the darkness that rolls in from the Himalayas and gets thrust like a blanket over Kathmandu, and the other is the dust that by day hides in the sunlight, but by night grows alive. When the Sun drops, they come out dancing to the honking of horns, the yelling of vegetable vendors, and the barking of restless street dogs. On Ring Road is where this tango is most intense. The car and motorcycle lights illuminate the dust as it swirls and prances around the traffic, and the people near by. The darkness closely follows so that as soon as the lights drive away, the world returns to black. It is strange that such a pairing can make a beautiful scene. During the day, the dust is everyone’s enemy. It invades your throat, it crawls into the stores, and it pierces your eyes. But at night, with the darkness as its partner, it is magical. It’s this dance that changes a dirty city by day into a show at night. And the beauty of it all is that you glimpse it for a second, for even though the dust is there and so to is the darkness, it is only when a spotlight shows them in their dance that you realized they were even there at all.