A day of Hsien..practice, practice...

Of humidity heat and sporadic thunders, where horizontal prayer flags announced change; dogs sleeping in new mud, pujas chanted by a scented lake, the rattle of prayer wheels, prattle of gossip...an occasional bell, traffic fading with the thunder as the sun falls behind the hills, the flags and rocks around the footprint visible..gentle tones; I think of Scottish sunsets, the cuillin cutting the belly of the sky, sunsetting blood red beyond the peaks...

Here by the lake the last circuits as the mosquitos begin to prowl...