State of the Garden
Mildly disappointed that there wasn’t really any snow, but happy there also wasn’t any ice that stuck.
Mildly disappointed that there wasn’t really any snow, but happy there also wasn’t any ice that stuck.
A moment of beauty. A moment of receptiveness. A moment with the breath and the sky.
The river has been calling me.
The doves perched in that spot for at least an hour and a half–right above the murti of Ganesha.