Just a Little Story About a Moment

just a little story about a moment standing in the god’s playground peering into the forgiving night evening drops, sweet water dew fills the warm scented air jasmine vies with lilies and violets for queen of the gardens below a mile or two down the rocky cliffs the village dressed in gold and red. streamers and prayer flags wave gayly at temple dancers waiting for the music and drone of monks to begin their delicate steps. a story of love and jealousy, as old as Everest itself, told every year before planting. a long line of small paper lantern boats flow down the river folded and placed just so on the black glistening water to guide the river goddess to their fields, with her pots of rain for their rice. the candles mimic the stars across an open sky clear as newly polished glass. let me stay a while and watch. I will not be missed as there are many going home tonight. Spirit guides can be so fussy but fox is kind and sits beside me on the wall.