A place to be at sunset
These days I am more often running as the sun sets, but once in a while I still slip out for an evening of pounded roots. As the sun drops below the ridge line in Dien and warm, yellow sunlight fills the sky overhead, there are few happier places one can be.
Upon hearing that the sakau was Oaulik's own stock, I arrived early ahead of the crowd.
Oaulik en Dien, Soumas en kousapw.
Luke snags a picture of a mehnwai who still occasionally haunts the markets of Dien.
Sunset in Dien, sakau in hand. All is good.