“My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.”
– An extract from Robert Frost’s Stopping by the Woods in a Snowy Evening. Came across this lone ranger on the outskirts of Charang, Upper Mustang.
