NOVEMBER 27,2007
Her aroma like the lotus flower in the autumn, and her luster like that of molten gold the highest embodiment of devotion ever known goddess with especially beautiful blue dress on. Giridhari’s traditional yellow with purple chodder and sash while Mahaprabhu has his own traditional mango and orange dhoti stands by to see the divine play of the hero and heroine with the blue dress on.
Rose leis gently follow the curves of their bodies to accentuate the positive motion of their dancing show their enjoyment.
As it is written today is a windy and chilly one for the peddlers. The sun is shinning bright though and can’t be resisted. All the way down the long and winding to the main road. Going left to the village and the snob hill. The peddlers are in their wind breaking gear some even having their booties over their shoes. The sufferers are few but bold enough to challenge the waves of the white cap variety along the opal cliff today. The sunny cove is empty besides the sun. Between the lakes there are a few collecting driftwood for bon fires later this evening. The gecko is overjoyed to see all the peddlers out against the efforts of Vyau . Around the cruiser kings place the cars yield to us pedaling around the corner and by the dog wash. The boats in the harbor bob up and down in the strong breeze and as I come up the wharf road the foghorn is sounding to keep the sailors away from the dangerous shoreline. The long and winding welcomes me back for the sandhya and the evening programme.
Pralad-a-dad this chilly evening, oddly enough the night seems warmer than the late afternoon. The Deities may arrange it that way so they can still go out and enjoy their late night pastimes but then that’s too high for me to think about