Gaze into the eyes of people long enough, and you begin to recognize the faraway look of longing. A dream. A desire. A memory.
After trekking for six hours, I came upon this mother waiting for her son near the Bhutanese village of Joenkhar. It would take her several hours to walk him home. In the morning, she would do it again.
She sat still and gazed toward the valley. I thought about what questions might fill her mind.
Pondering. Life would be so expressionless without it.