Wrinkles in the eternal mountains, carved sharply out of the snow.
Wrinkles in the eyes when laughing with the children in their joy of sliding over the ice.
Wrinkles when you have to strain your eyes against the bright light.
Wrinkles in the ruby wintergonchas, worn for years.
Wrinkles in the willow trees, deepen with each frozen winter.
Wrinkles on the faces of monks and nuns when trying to dig deeper into buddhist philosophy.
Wrinkles in the blankets wrapped around in icy nights.
Wrinkles in the furs of animals to keep warm, warm, warm.
Wrinkles in the Winter of Ladakh.