"Wow! Krsna has taken saffron along with Radha! Well, it's not saffron, it's really orange." One of the folks said that when i opened the curtain this morning. In that way the white knight was talking backward. Still we're wild about it. Today's garlands of carnations even almost went good color-wise.
Still the wind kept blowing, relentless. The cold breeze had the pedalers wraped tightly in wool today still they were out dodging the cars and joggers. From the asrama to the swami's post box and around the snob hill, the tennis park and the railroad track. The shopper's corner to the theater around where the paramedics were tending to a shopping cart person by the old fancy flowers. then around the usual run past the frenchman's gym and the basketball park and back to put the Dieties to bed. The eighteenth of April two thousand seven many a pedaler on the rail trail to heaven.
O deer doe! Have you seen Krsna? That's the night dress tonight. Bhakta Blade's mad skills were in full force this evening. Dressing them complete but forgeting their jewelry and having to restart, knock knock knocking off Gandharvika's crown and so it went. i hope they were enjoying the antics this evening it seemed too cold for going out. The chodders are back on the schedule.