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Prayer Flag Forest

Finally out of the city! Patan has been fun, but it was nice to take some time away from the noise and dust and constant rushing. I won’t talk too much about the rest of the day, other than to say we drove about an hour and hiked for another two before reaching this particular spot. I don’t think I understand enough of the meaning behind blessing and hanging up flags to offer any profound thoughts on the experience, but I did briefly wonder to myself if the flags didn’t belong there, up in the trees, blowing in the wind. It truly was a prayer flag forest in that it seemed to be a forest of waving flags more so than a forest of trees. The following is a journal entry I wrote on the bus ride back from Pharping, in response to a prompt someone offered when we reached the peak of our day hike:

The sun is setting, and we’re watching. It should be setting, not rising, because sunrise brings the world out. Sunrise signals to the masses that a new day is starting, and that it’s time to leave the house and start up their cars and fill the air with noise. Sunset tells everyone to go home, to settle down. The world is leaving us behind, and in this case, it is crucial that it be just us. We’re watching the sun on a roof somewhere. The actual “where” of it is unimportant, just the roof is significant. Just as the sunset puts distance between us and the energy of the daytime, the roof puts distance between us and the world down below. We need the space, so that we can whisper things that will never reach anyone else. The wind is blowing, too. Softly, I think. Just enough to carry our whispers away to join the clouds. Only we will ever know what was said on this roof. Us, and the sun.