Bit by bit

Last night we stayed up late, singing to Radha and Krishna and Shiva. Some stayed up 'till early. I yogarella'd out at around one.

Right after practice this morning, I crossed the ice-crunching lawn and joined my friends in Sanskrit class.

After lunch, I stole the bright orange round plastic sled-thing and let it take me hurtling down the hill, startling about twenty deer off the island with my screams of laughter. Landed on the shores of the solid lake. Which I took a walk on.

Man, I love the ashram in winter.