After delivering some classes on the Gita for the evening, to accommodate families that work during the day, Vallabha Hari and I took that stroll through Yorkville. The weather was just perfect. It hit twenty-three degrees Celsius. Every fragrant flower, bush, or tree is in full bloom. Lit evening lampposts reveal every colour that foliage provides.
“I am flower-bearing spring,” the Lord describes in the Gita.
People, too, are very much alive. It’s Friday. The work week is over. There are lots