The white rabbit of Nadiya. Nadiya sasadhara. Ganga-Yamuna that is silver and gold. Silver tirm and gold lace. Like Giridhari's vest and Gandharvika's belt. Mahaprabhu has a chodder and sash but they're lemay. The garlands are of roses, petals and wild flowes that break the light in prisms that no one knows the names of.
Straight away to the grocery for the Deities' fruit. Around by the opal cliff and the road a block above the beach around by the public radio past the tennis courts back behind the bird house mailbox and the tackle shop. Back to the asrama to wake them and offer the fruit. Then back out. Go get some juice someone told me. "i don't have enough time." "There's always time for juice. I'll get you some money for it" But i slank away and rode without the juice. It was fun to get back in under the chime of the clock. Past the motorcycle place, the book shop and the used car place that was once vandalized by the radicals. What a ride.
It's a miracle mom. Time I am, says the Bhagavad Gita. And tonight it goes back in it's flight, an hour added just for tonight.
Fall backward so they decided to finish early.