Walking on the Indian Grasslands

After a long day hiking through the mountain slopes full of grass and weeds, my tired soul was seeking refuge away from the hustling city life. The setting sun behind the mountain valley illuminated the dry grass making the illusion of walking on fire. The East winds made the grass dance and it seemed as though the grass was performing the fire dance. As I looked down upon it, the warmth of the colors gave me comfort in the winter evening and the elements once again embraced my wandering soul!