One Off the Cutting Room Floor

Some of my early drafts had stories that I later cut for various reasons. Most were cut because I felt they didn’t add to the story or to anyone’s character. But I forgot that I cut this one. And in retrospect I probably should have left it. It serves to close a small loop from the beginning of the book, and perhaps fleshes out a few of the characters in minute ways, but is otherwise inconsequential.

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Time moves slowly here. There are not even any rushed tourists on their way to somewhere, and I feel the beat of rural Solu full force. It moves me. But beyond that, I have been hiking for 5-ish hours every day for the last 2 weeks, and now we are sitting, resting, not moving all at once. My muscles are itchy and want some exercise. I find a quiet corner of the patio to turn some cartwheels and press into a few handstands. Young Sonam finds it interesting. I know he has done some yoga, and I caught him in Tengboche flipping around in the grass beside the trail. “Handstand contest, Sonam?” I challenge him.

“Ok, handstand, go!” he grins at me, kicking up in the middle of the patio. We spend several minutes upside down, walking on hands across the open cement area. Sonam drops back to his feet. 
“Again!” I challenge, giving him a second chance. It occurs to me then that he’s half my age. I probably shouldn’t have done that. We kick up again and I drop down first. Mausami is watching intently, calling the winner each time.
Sonam misses my meaning when I call “best of three.”
“Do it again!” Mingma calls over the rest of the guys at the table on the opposite corner of the patio, Mausami encourages him as well. We oblige. I notice it’s easier to do handstands than usual. I am lighter. I wonder how much weight I’ve lost along the trek. He falls a short second before I do, and nods to me conceding the win before grabbing a stock pot to aid the cooks. Muscles happily exerted, I return to a seat in the sun.