Sylhet on a slow morning
Tea gardens dissolving into mist, quiet roads, and a morning that seemed to stretch forever.
travel
We left before the city had properly awakened. Shops were still shuttered, the road was pale with early light, and conversation came in comfortable fragments.
The road into green
By the time we reached the tea gardens, the morning had softened everything. Rows of green disappeared into mist. Even our footsteps felt too loud for the place.
I took photographs, of course, but the part I want to keep is quieter: cool air through an open window and the feeling that the day had nowhere urgent to go.