12.05.25: Thai Temples

Thailand’s temples don’t just feel spiritual, they feel alive. Gold spires glitter in the sun, incense thickens the air, and monks move slowly in orange robes like flames drifting through stone. Tourists rush to take photos, but if you pause, you notice small things: a dog napping in the shade, a child playing with prayer beads, old women sweeping steps that have been swept for centuries. I once sat cross-legged near a temple in Chiang Mai and realized faith isn’t just ritual. It’s repetition. The act of showing up, over and over, until even stone remembers.