You will never see these photos or read these words. However, there is something I
would like to tell you. I turned a corner in your small Western Nepalese village and
saw you sitting on the cobblestone walkway. You nodded approval and permitted
me to take your picture. You probably thought to yourself “I am just an old lady,
what does he see in me?” I clasped my hands and thanked you and continued
down the walkway.
You knew that the road I walked would end in about 30 meters and that I would be
returning camera in hand. And there you sat, but this time with your hair down.
If I could step back in time I would lean over and kiss your cheek.
