Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning.
Monday, October 11, 2010
On our way walking to the night market, which I will post about in my next post, these impressive clouds loomed over the rice fields. They later down poured on us as we ran for home. I am excited about seeing just how they harvest all these acres of fields by hand with those little hand scythes I was trying out in the earlier post.