a postcard

Kathamdu

earlier this evening, i went to a tall rooftop cafe called Helena's, where i loved to sit last year. the sun was setting and all the mountains around kathmandu became pink and purple silhouettes overlapping each other gently. hundreds of faded tibetan prayer flags flapped from the rooftops. the fairytale monkey temple lit up in the distance and began to glow in the misty air. a pale, almost see-through moon rose behind me. and i sipped my nepali tea, and just breathed.

my table at helena's