milky way

Tomorrow, both of us will enter the monastic life. We have given off all our worldly belongings. After our simple supper, we sit together on the balcony. I have trained my mind long and hard. I remember our laughter at the little harvests from our kitchen garden. We promise to retain the smiles on our faces despite the frenzied nursing of our illnesses.

revolving door ...
momentary glances
hold a lifetime