The ekadasi day, don't tug on superman's cape. One of the first dresses made after the originals. Blue stars on Giridhari's dhoti. The cape has the stars too. Like a poster from the days of my misspent youth. The garlands came from one of the folks' gardens. "When one is in Krsna consciousness one thinks 'oh what a beautiful flower...'"
From the east side to the west side i pedaled all around the town today. One pedaler taking their ride into the shop saw me stop so they could walk it across the street seeing me stopping exclaimed "go on go on" so i pedaled on between the going home traffic and the on going construction. A few brave souls are out on the beach but not for long. The return pass shows they've long left for warmer ground. Back to the asrama for the sunset service. And i heard the singer ask that musical question how does this song go?
Pralad a dad. An orange and silvery Nrsingha caturdasi dress that has quite an aroma. And they go off into the night for their appointed rounds as i turn out the light and ask them to take their rest in the beds decorated with flowers.