The streets smelled of incense this morning, as jasmine embers warmly glowed from beneath a shopkeepers window.

And, little ones marveled at sequined globes dancing beneath holiday branch.

The city offers herself to us; graciously revealing this buzzing hum of life, yielding to the pace of an everlasting bliss.

We can both find and lose ourselves here – in this sea of faces swimming by, expressionless against a muted sky.

And, much like the growing, bustling warmth of this city, my loves…

We don’t wake; we become.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️