Is it the end, or the raw beginnings of something new?
The warmth of it all, a surreal bathing of the world in a symphony of color. Gently wafting impressions through my mind like a floating carousel. Have you ever compared sunset to sunrise? The difference is The Gold.
Monlam comes to an end. Myriad impressions, lush landscapes of memory fill my heart. Flower pedals dart through dusky skies. The grand finale. Tashi Sho.
Color. Memory. Heart. The Gold.
