The snow whipped at his eyes, nearly blinding him. Frostbitten and exhausted, he could go no farther.
He’d been walking for two days. That’s when the blizzard hit and he got separated and lost.
Now, in the distance, he saw a light. Summoning all his remaining strength, he headed toward it.
The light came from the window of a stone hut. He trudged to the door and fell against it. Someone pulled it open.
“Heb-bar kaa-su-shu,” said a man in a maroon robe, helping the stranger inside.
The stranger did not know Tibetan. Even so, he understood “Welcome.”