This is the tree he was sitting under, I took a picture after he left.
I saw a boy sitting under a tree. He was sitting cross legged and his eyes were closed. His hands rested on his knees. He was dressed in bright yellow/orange robes. He didn’t have a single hair on his head. I would say he was maybe 13 or 14 years old. He must have sat like that for at least a half hour as I climbed up to the stupa and back down to the base of the hill on a bike I rented. What was he thinking about? Where was his mind? As I looked out from near where he was sitting, I saw the bright green rice fields stretched below. There were jungle covered mountains in the distance. The dark clouds of monsoon rain coming in and yet he didn’t see them. Probably because his mind and soul were somewhere else. Somewhere more beautiful that I could not understand since we were from two different worlds. To me this is one of my first impressions of Laos.