I was on Willard St., relishing the dusk of the day. The sun was indeed casting rays and releasing some vitamin D. Some days this is hard to come by. Today was good.
The street here is quiet, as usual. A person in a red coat stood in the distance. It was a woman, so was revealed as I got closer – elderly, Asian, Chinese. She was curious. It was the robes.
“Do you have a temple nearby?” she asked.
I stopped. “It’s on Marine Drive.” I pointed.
“That’s interesting. What religion?”
“Hare Krishna! Ol
