The Maple Tree

Walked the new route to the cemetery this morning expecting to sit under the fragrant mimosa tree. The mimosa was being watered by a sprinkler, so I decided to sit under a nearby maple tree. I read a few passages from the Ajahn Chah book, then sat facing the nearby hills. The day was warm, blue, and quiet, I lost my sense of time and space and the world became an ethereal dream scented with pine and cedar.

When I returned home I worked with the pencil and finished the drawing I began a couple of days ago.