Aug 22

Sunshine outside the west-facing window lights up a hayfield in the distance, newly mown.  Likely a cooperative effort to feed the pigs or cattle in a neighboring town in exchange for milk or something else.  The wind is blowing after the heavy air thunderstorms of the last few days.

A mandala marks the exit that I'll take in a couple hours to drive back home, after a nourishing grainy breakfast at the silence table.  Mondays here are quiet at mealtimes, bordering a field of lonely.