Polar Vortex, back-lit flurries and the windchill, making you wish you were an unfeeling stone, out in the open weathering and being ground to dust, instead you are warm and squishy on the inside, time and circumstances beating you into gristly pulp.
Very complex and emotional content here. Six true gems with unpolished surfaces, jagged edges, that will tear into skin and flesh. Definitely no fillers. Also an epiphany for this listener the unassuming brutality of the Nepali language