SUNDAY NOVEMBER 9
Just an Indian girl, born and raised in Navadvipa, she took the slow boat to New York
They all had been looking for change, come from almost every state, now together in the Monterey bay
When the Indian girl came west she forgot about all the past became an American
This dress has been away all summer; Giridhari’s velvet is just hot. But as the temperature goes down there she is again, Miss America
Hawaiian orchids for the garlands Giridhari’s is “an ankle tickler” as one of the folks said when taking darsan.
“Tulasi looks like a bonsai tree!” Another exclaimed. “Short and full, like the Japanese trees”
Their hair was done by a guest hair dresser Mahaprabhu and Giridhari's are the straight forward type of style. Gandharvika's though has to tiny buns in the back, and as the dresser said, it's balanced by the braid. The braid has lots of berets in it along with one big bumblebee. If you know what you're looking for and where to look you can see it.
To the family pedaler's shop today. Then around the point to the east cliff and since it's late Sunday afternoon there aren't so many people out wishing they were young or picking up and cuddling their young. So it's a smooth sprint along the beach. The tide is out and the seaweed is there among the little puddles left by the tardy tide. Around the harbor and then the theater. The gecko taps me on the shoulder and says "check this one out" and points to a pedaler on a double decker cycle. Literally one frame on top of the other it makes him sit about as high as a monster truck. So i look to the gecko and add "Yeah, there's something you don't see every day" Passing in revue of the Cruiser King and the people's park off to the redone road the shadow on the cars tells me the sun is going down and i see it setting on the bay and as the night moves in with it's deep legion that removes all color within out sight, i get out the light and swing by the tennis park. Then between the lakes and see the closing of the windmill. The sunny cove isn't sunny now but the point is as sharp as ever and it sends me back to the sunset service.
Last weekend was teh ninth but this night the ninth is worn. Nacite nacite, dancing and dancing they take their evening rest