Tai Chi before Dawn

 

First hint of light.  Still.  Dry, comfortably cool.

Mother-in-law sits, waiting for monk.

Waning gibbous Moon, just past Full, going down in West.

Busy birds make a racket everywhere.

Physically, I explore all the stiff and sore spots in this old aching body.

Mentally, I float. 

-Zenwind. 

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