Today, in his gold bundi, green chodder and gold dhoti, Mahaprabhu turned to watch as Giridhari in his peacock feather coat and yellow pants dance with Gandharvika in her pink sari, green choli and peacock feathers in the points of sequins on the lower part of her skirt. "These spray roses are just so opulent! I just had to use them for the garlands today!" the maker exclaimed. She was so happy to make them. "They're going to be so beautiful!" and she was right.
First to Mahamuni's post box up the snob hill descending through the village and climbing again by the wharf. Winding along the opal cliff to the sunny cove. Sprinting past the windmill and pushing hard between the twin lakes. Still hustling through the harbor going by the railroad bridge and the boardwalk. i hear Bhakta Blade and his side kick sukala sakti call out my name. At first i can't decide who or where they are. Again they shout i wave my vamya hasta and they cheer by this time i can cast a glance over my shoulder and they wave. i tip my helmet but have to speed along to catch the star. Breathing hard i come in just on time. After viewing the stars i dash back for the sandhya. Saying "hey" to the monkey man and then over the Saint Dagwood river. Up the next hill past the wood stove place to the gecko. He's having a good day and smiles as i drift past the hog farm and head down the outpatient clinic. On to the redone road and watching the few but brave sufferers who laugh at the cool overcast. The around the hook to the soccer pitch. Leaving the pitch on my right i fly along the wharf road onto the sidewalk for the cars in the narrow parts. Making the turn to the long and winding road back to the asrama door.
The rain that's promised for tomorrow is beginning to fall so as a lion on the chase night dress goes on they decide it might be best to stay in this evening and enjoy their pastimes under the protection of the simhasna.