It was just hours after my arrival in Bhutan and I was still getting used to the reality of having made my way there. My little group was walking down the path behind Paro Dzong, enjoying the warm breeze and the early fall colours. At the bottom of the hill was an enormous maple tree, with all its leaves turned golden. At the base of this tree stood a dozen or more small children, still dressed in school uniforms, each gazing attentively up into the tree. They were playing a game: catch a leaf when it falls. I believe it was the most wholesome thing I've seen in my life.
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