The lotus pond is bristling with pink buds;
the nights grow shorter while the empyrean’s gem,
its cloak of frost unloosed, grows bold.
Now come the days resounding with the cuckoo
and sweet with mango scent
to cut the hearts of ladies separated from their lovers.
Samghasri
My “focus race for the spring is a half marathon in five weeks, but I have my Fight for Air Climb happening in three weeks. I”m hoping our winter is on the verge of (finally) winding down, although we haven”t had the snow like you”ve had in recent weeks (just oodles of wind).
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