Field Notes: True Solo Moments
I woke before the horizon flushed and walked until my reflection floated in ankle-deep water. Silence wrapped everything. A flamingo crossed my mirrored world, and I laughed, suddenly sure I was exactly where I needed to be. Where did dawn find you speechless?
Field Notes: True Solo Moments
Clouds stacked over the ridge as a family waved me toward their yurt. Bread, tea, and questions bridged languages. We traded songs for stories, and the mountain felt smaller. What hospitality reshaped your route or reminded you you’re never truly alone?