The nest

Up in Chiang Dao was the place for an odd weekend. The sudden death of a colleague who was supposed to be joining us left a strange feeling permeating through the whole weekend. It always strikes me how everything just carries on. It feels wrong that it should when someone who is important to others has gone. It left me, as always, with a strong desire to make sure I get everything I possibly can out of my limited time on this little rock hurtling around a star.