The River Khwae Noi, Kanchanaburi
It is humbling to be here finally. To think of all that happened here. To think of all the people who helped to bring me to this place. To think of my father, writing his journal on the banks of this river 73 years ago. The birds are calling as they must have then. The river is flowing as it did then. Life goes on. We are all visitors to this earth. I am eternally grateful to be able to experience these moments.