i think i see the Aruna hara posse riding again, traveling many a mile. With those pink crystal tear drops jingling in the breeze and reflecting the light in the pink and green hue announcing the arrival of the posse to all that await. The carnation leis maker was in town today, "I have an owie on my shoulder, Murkapujari" she told me "but I made the leis anyway".
The gecko welcomed me pedaling into his shop today and my ride was glad too. It's been three months since the last tune up. No one was there to pedal back with me so i hoofed it back past the people's park and the car lot where the radicals spray painted the merchandise. Next was the whaler washing the details. The hospital curve and a fellow pedaler said "howdy bol" as we met. Other race trainers gave me the hairy eyeball. They're like teammates to me but why they look at me that way i don't understand. On the long and winding one of the folks met up with me and together we made it back for the vaikalika service.
The lotus nails cut through the gathering fog this evening as they danced, laughed and happily engaged in their pastimes.