We've been walking in the valley too long, and you've been holding it all in, braving incessant hail and rain, are you tired, I asked him.
Oh yes, a little. Can we sit for a while and admire Machhapuchhre's beauty, he asked.
Sure, I said, and put him down.
As snow began to fall, I sat sipping a hot cup of tea and watched my favorites, mountains and rucksack, have their silent conversations.