It's buddha time

It's too hot. Not that you don't know this already, but I needed to write it.

So this morning I found myself watering, per our directions from the City, Tuesday morning before 9.

It was actually 5:45. After these hot, hot days it was good to feel cool air and a breeze that swept over my arms and legs.

Like a good wine I'm trying to remember and savor that feeling as the little fan in my living room is making its repetitive sing song sounds while it rotates up, down, and around.

Trying to keep cool. Trying to breath deep.

Trying to remember the buddha moment in the garden.