One of God's most beautiful creations is the changing of the seasons. It’s a time that heals all things, both good and bad. As the sun rises and sets, I can feel autumn and winter approaching. My humble wish for this winter is a snowfall that will cleanse all the misfortunes of the upcoming year. I long to see our snow-capped mountains bathed in the golden rays of the sun.
I’m not rushing into the future; autumn is here, and the days are growing colder. Thankfully, there’s been no heavy rain or landslides on the Phuntsholing-Thimphu Highway, and we haven’t heard of any H1N1 or swine flu outbreaks. In Paro, although apple buds were damaged by hailstones last spring, we ended up with a good harvest. I hope for a smooth continuation of democracy, despite the challenges faced by villages in the far east. I trust that time will gradually heal these difficulties.
Life is often unpredictable, but we must prepare for whatever comes our way. While life can be tough at times, it’s a force beyond the reach of astrology, and it has a way of healing gently over time.
With autumn’s arrival, the paddy harvest is nearly upon us. I hope for a peaceful and successful harvest for all our hardworking farmers. Their efforts are crucial to our nation’s pride and the dream of food self-sufficiency, as we work to alleviate poverty.
Autumn is a beautiful season, with the earth blanketed in golden hues. At twilight, as the sun sets below the horizon, take a deep breath of the cool, crisp air. It’s a sign that autumn, like a gentle kiss on the cheek, is healing the wounds of our weary journeys.
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