sunset on the mekong
By Rachael
Luang Prabang, Laos
orange ball dipping lower and lower
sliding down the side of a peak
reflections on the water dimming
boat sides darkening
muted tones paint the sky
silhouettes emerge
and mosquitoes too
dusk
then darkness
We trip down the stairs to the river; it’s just a couple of minutes’ walk from our guesthouse, literally right across the road. Walking along the edge of gardens, through the mud, which Kboy9 determinedly called “a path”, we come across some children jumping down the sand banks. It takes no time for them to join our children in kicking round a rattan ball, laughing hysterically and throwing themselves down the fairly steep bank of sand, whenever the ball races into the mighty Mekong.
ER2 snuggles me in her wrap, attentively watching the two goats grazing on tree leaves just above the rock we are sitting on.
Dadda takes photos.
We wish you all could have been here to see it with us.
Tags: postcard: Laos
rayres
superb!
LOve the poetry
Great pictures – worth framing
Precious memories
Absolutely love the photos. Thanks so much for sharing.
yeah – this journey is releasing your inner poet rach –
and these photos are incredible!
they look like postcards from my social studies class when i was fourteen –
does it seem really surreal to BE there?
love X