BORDERLANDS- Burning up my dreams
The welcoming path awaits you as it swerves around the corner, into the endless amount of rich, green trees, young and alive. The swift of the delicate, gleaming grass tinkling at your legs as you walk along with the birds whistling and the smooth, rush of the Bhotekoshi in the distance beyond. Heading towards the whispers of the river, feeling the light breeze as the waterway gets closer and closer. The bamboo bars are positioned perfectly at the green cliff edge. Beneath, the water is flowing with a rapid rhythm. The delicious smell of fresh food coming from other end of this huge, magical garden. Step by step, the soft grass carefully inhaling every pace you take.
The warm, spacious tents which are surprisingly cozy are located in the unknown, with spectacular views of the emerald hills and the soothing hum of the steady river flow. The sound of the rustling trees outside would tingle on your skin as you feel as homely as possible.
Lying down on the grass as it tickles your back the same welcoming way, the taste of the clean natural air surrounding you flourishes your tongue. The cloudless skies sparkle so bright, it lightens up the dim shack where the air slips into your mouth tasting like candy canes at Christmas.
As the dew drops on the grass once again glitter, looking razor sharp, showing off there beauty, the aroma smells magnificently unreal, as if a new smell in perfume is just being created right at the moment. The bamboo chair merely adjusting to the position of your seating as the humidity of coffee steam reaches your nose with the same delightful, tingle as everything else here.