Seems like it's been months since I have gone for a stroll through the dell. Today I started listening to Shantaran, which I have not read, and took a hot and dry jaunt through the ferns.
It's the first day of November, and feels like it inside of my house. Outside, though, the sun is broght and the dust is dancing, and everybody seems like they are moving sort of slow. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the light was sideways through the trees and vines and making things glow and other parts shadowed.
There are always so many little goldfish there. I think people must bring them from home. Once I saw a little plastic aquarium with a missing top, but I am surprised by the consistency and quantity of fish.