*We follow the Path to the Stupa up,up,up. We walk slowly because the Path is quite steep and the altitude is, gasp. But we also want to savor this walk--a son with his fiancee, a mother.
*The silence is deafening interrupted only by the crunch of the gravel path and the wind through the trees.
*We walk around the Stupa with B observing, pointing out the saffron deer, the discreet drain pipes (a lot of snow to drain off) which I call the gargoyles of the temple.I realize that this could be 24 years ago. We used to walk together while I pointed to, showed him things, taught him to notice the world.And now we walk together and see the world.