So the last few days have been… unexpected. Weather wise. we’re talking about weather, here.
An unexpected squall out of nowhere; then, on Monday, a full fledged rainstorm, much appreciated by everything green.
Last, night, Tuesday, I thought we were in for a downpour again. I went out on my balcony to the sounds of wind howling, doors and undetermined objects banging and slamming off in the distance. Wind whipping in my hair, lightning flashing in the south west. It felt good.
It didn’t feel like March, though: more like a sudden, early monsoon summer storm.
Tonight I sat on the balcony with a friend, and drinks, chatting as the sun set and the birds flew in, followed, as the light dropped, by a lone bat or two coming in to roost.
It’s a good time to be alive, and, always, a good time to be here in Kathmandu. Happy.