Music of the Mountain

Once, on a gloomy and gusty monsoon afternoon, I was bathing under a fountain. As the cold water ran on top of my head my self slowly started to fade, soon my flesh and blood dissolved…only leaving there an offering from nature to itself, the music of the mountain. I gathered my belongings and started walking aimlessly down the road, taking joyous yet calm turns along the mountain, appreciating the beauty of nature. At one turn along those winding roads I came across a child, staring out at the world, hung on the back of his mother. I told him in silence – you’re safe aren’t you…I was you once. Someday, on a day like this allow yourself to go sometimes to the fountain, the truth was there and always will be there, despite the future you make. #onephotostory #narrative #nature #travel #memoir #mountains #storytelling #conceptual #tao #people #places #motionblur #vibrance

A photo posted by Syed Priom (@ashpriom) on Nov 13, 2016 at 12:43am PST