Candy floss - cotton balls - ink dropped into a jar - the clouds are glowing yellow-light - fat and full of rain with lavender/slate blue curls and edges. The sky is power blue - baby blue - falling, and falling away.
A compass rests on the worn round table we use as an altar. We are creating a ritual space, aligning the shrine with the cardinal points. I reach out and turn the Golden Buddha until he is sitting in the West. His gold leaf is tarnished on one knee and he is chipped at the base. In the low evening light, I am sure he is smiling.