The monsoon chapter drifts through fern and fog. Footsteps soften, and the heart measures distance in green.

A temple-side walk through ringing drops. Incense and thunder discuss the shape of vows.

Valleys cupping cloud like a quiet potion. We walk slower and see more.

Forest ascents to a sacred pool, then onward to a humble ridge. A friendly chapter of Parvati valley.

Short and generous, the trail finds a lake that likes to listen.

Cedar paths to a high lake that keeps a floating island. Simple, beautiful, remembered.

Short days by the river, small bridges of conversation, and a trail that asks for nothing more than presence.