It was the last day of our trip to Corbett National Park and we were a little disappointed because it was a cold winter morning, and we had ‘seen’ nothing.
Then slowly, but surely, the light changed. The clouds cleared and the first rays of light seeped through the tall Sal trees, while a rich mist illuminated the land. A gentle breeze picked up golden dust from the little patches of dry earth below. The sun persisted and with all its strength, managed to win this battle. It lasted only for a few minutes but the scene will stay with me forever — the magic of winter mornings in forests. The mist will be back tomorrow, the sun will put up a fight again, but I won’t be there to witness the magic.
That day we saw nothing and saw everything.
And there began my love affair with trees, more on that here.