Connecting with Nepal began months before I actually landed.
As I look down at Katmandu from my window seat, the eyes of the Stupa lock into mine, reminding me to keep the promise of return. There are voices to find, voices to listen to, voices to unleash.
My finger traces the map.
My mind traces the territories which I encountered along the way.
Voices echo through the mist.
Voices define the territories.