This dress calls me back from anywhere i've roamed across this universe. The chinese silk, smooth as milk, with turban for Giridhari and ti eras for Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika. Today Mahaprabhu's garland extended to his toes Girihdari's was fragile and shedding. Gandharvika's is full of star gazers. A festival for everyone's eyes.
Around the corner from the west cliff then back to the wharf, through the village where there are echos from the woods that carry me to the sandhya and vaikalika time frames.
The most blessed event, this evening. The fog brings a chill to the night air, a relief from the warmth of the day. The swirling dancing feel from the night of the naga raja.