There is a chance that one will run out of words.....
But for now, these happened......
(Photo by Kavi Arasu, in Nagarkot, Nepal)

wrapped in
nine yard misty silks,
bustling around,
some significant ones
at the hilltop venue,
some,
loitering below
fooling
with the wayward clouds.
The staid old mountains,
some with a white mop
at the top,
wait patiently,
indulgently ignoring
a restless breeze,
as it threatens
to become a wind.
The Valley bride,
awaits ,
covered in
mist,
occasionally peeking
out,
smiling
at the sound
of the morning birds,
serenading her on her Big Day.
There is a hint
of brilliance,
a growing light,
the staid mountains
relax at the
warming in their white mops,
there is excitement
amidst
the singing valley birds,
and the Nagarkot
Pine Mamis
check out stuff,
peering through their misty silks.
The Baraat
has arrived,
bearing
the worlds
brightest,
warmest
and biggest
golden wedding ring....