Cold Dew: the valley changes colour

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Overnight, half the woods behind the camp turned gold. This morning there was frost on the grass for the first time, crunching underfoot.

The yaks are starting to move down the pasture. People in the village say snow is not far off. We have changed every room to the heavy quilts.

This is the season of the clearest stars. At eleven last night the Milky Way stretched from Dabao Temple to the far ridge. I stood out for twenty minutes, until my hands were too cold to hold the cup.