Walking the streets of Thimphu, you look up and there they are—painted bright and alive, swirling on the walls like the pulse of the universe. The dragon at the top breathes fire and dreams, its body twisting electric green, its claws sharp as prophecy. Below, the Garuda spreads its wings wide, fierce-eyed and radiant, as if ready to snatch demons from the sky. The snow lion roars mid-leap, white as clouds, green mane rippling with a wild joy only mountains know. And at the bottom, the tiger—orange flame, black stripes, teeth bared in motion—jungle energy frozen but still moving, always moving. Symbols stacked like stories on the walls, telling you to look up, look closer. There’s power here, you feel it in your bones—old as the hills, bold as the wind, written right into the face of the city.Thimphu, Bhutan 🇧🇹 17dec24
