We have had a lot of fine weather with
very clear skies in the last couple of our winter months, and, thus, I have
been out and about quite a bit. Seeing
the Moon again, as she goes through her phases, is always a lifelong delight
for me.
A few nights after the last New
Moon, I decided to trek to The Rock Pub to hear my favorite band, Mundee. At about 7:30 in the evening, I took a few
tokes of herb at home and then walked the mile to the nearest mass transit
station. I noticed the fine waxing Crescent
Moon in the west as I hit the street, and while waiting on a train platform, I
noticed it again. Sharp and beautiful! I looked around, but no one else was seeing it
– they were all playing with their phones.
(Talk about different priorities!)
The following Full Moon was the
Buddhist holiday of Makha Puja, a major national observance. Tuk went to a temple with friends, and I took
a long morning march in the neighborhood on empty sidewalks.
I like to stop and gaze when crossing
the many small khlongs (canals) that flow under the roads and sidewalks on our
side of the river. They are relics of the
past, when they were the main means of travel when Bangkok was known as “the
Venice of the East.” (Most khlongs on
the eastern, Bangkok side, of the Chao Phraya River are filled in by
development these days, but on our western, Thonburi side, many of them are
still here.)
Our summer has officially
started. The humidity is rising, and the
next few months will be sweltering. Sweat
City.
-Zenwind.
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