Walking across the street is always more pleasant with another then walking alone. If only a few brief seconds of time, the red hooded pedestrian had no idea of the small sense of contentment to which was brought. This feeling subsided all too quickly and once again here I am alone now, though subtly enjoying "Lotus Feet", to which there are no words and reminds me of an indiviual walking, exploring in slow motion, looking left, looking right in a evergreen forest unsure of which path to conform and thus remaining in a lull of mysticism; the mind taking over, covering itself as only it knows how.
