“Morning in the Himalayas”
“Theo looked around him at the glorious Himalayan morning. A tiny bushchat bird, whose ruffled head made it seem as if its owner had just risen from bed, sat atop a dead tree stem, like an architectural finial. Slanting sun beams, the breadth of giant tree trunks, highlighted portions of the mountains to his left. Distant mountains possessed that otherworldly look one often sees in Maxfield Parrish paintings. A nearby hill covered in brown lichens resembled the head of a gargantuan buffalo.”