Stories from the Road: Personal Encounters
Color covered my eyelashes and a child pressed a sweet into my palm, insisting I was family for the day. The temple bells grew louder, and I learned that welcome can arrive as suddenly as a burst of pink powder.
Stories from the Road: Personal Encounters
A vendor showed me how to cup the candle against the breeze before setting it afloat. Our lights drifted together, and we traded stories about grandparents who taught patience, proving that a festival can also be a gentle classroom.