Lohbado gazed upwards at monolithic forms under a grey sky. They formed a kind of prayer wall, drawing the gaze upwards. The scene stopped Lohbado in his tracks. He felt a yearning to be free of struggle, heaviness of body and anxieties of mind. As he gazed at the wall of windows, he imagined snow falling into his mind and washing away the tangles and swirls of endless anxiety and negative thinking. Nothing is going to happen. Lohbado continued on up the hill.