As we mount the ridge, nightshade crushing beneath unclad hooves, the sight of the monsoon is overwhelming. Purple clouds hang over red, dusty land. The fragrance of creosote bushes comes in waves of battering wind. The horse’s sweat, the saddle’s leather, the petrichor aroma of the monsoon: lightning flashes and the rain begins to fall. The earth sighs.
Made with pure Agallocha wood from Imphal, India.
Made with pure Agallocha wood from Imphal, India.