A memory came to me this morning
A memory of sitting on a bench silently with a good old friend on a summers night in Walthamstow, watching a fox rummage
Now I stand alone under an autumnal tree shedding its florescent yellow leaves in the rain, watching a slug
I am reminded of a lesson in Hexagram 13. Good friends rarely ever meet and when they do, it hardly lasts.
Laks Indrakaran – Somerville, MA