Home Sweet Home

Good morning!

 

It looks like and feels like the first day of fall. When we get outside, we can enjoy the fresh cool air. On the way here I saw hovering mist some places and ball-shaped clouds all over the sky, illuminated by the rising sun.

 

When we sit here, we have the cool air coming in and carrying the water sound. We come back to our old homes, homes sweet homes, here and everywhere, illuminated by penetrating purity, peace, and prognosis.

 

6/22/12

 

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