Roosters crow but I swear I've never seen one. moto engines putter down alleys drowning the suffle of flip flops.
the sweepers have begun thrashing of the streets
in the dunkle morning distance a safron robe glows through the fauna of exotic plants and orchids while this side of the street is alive and fertile across it signs of winter...
awning cover scattered with dead leaves from the dying tree in front. below the glowing brazier of the street vendor as he preps his wok.
As the morning light brightens more safron robes with their alms bowls to recieve the days generosity... the smells of seering meet waft through the neighborhood and whet my appetite.
but I already know breakfast will be paradise porridge...oats w/ coconut milk and bananas...mmmm
One morning visiting our local wat (which was the best we visited) and ordination of a new monk was about to happen...earlier Clair and I had fed fish with his relatives down at the local docks...his mother was very pleased with the coincidence of our appearance at the ceremony...
One morning visiting our local wat (which was the best we visited) and ordination of a new monk was about to happen...earlier Clair and I had fed fish with his relatives down at the local docks...his mother was very pleased with the coincidence of our appearance at the ceremony...
coincidence?
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