As if to question by harmonizing, a light dusting of snow lingers in the street this morning, even as the world fills up with a holiday-shopping frenzy that begs like some social-climber to be called right and acceptable and proof-positive of a palpable success.
"I have arrived!" the shopper proclaims after snagging a deeply-discounted television set.
"Me too!" says the snow with the smallest of understanding smiles.
A grey winter day around here. Zazen a bit later, not so much because it is the beginning of Rohatsu, but rather because a nice young guy asked if I would be sitting and could he come and ... well, what else can you say to that?
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