This Last Winter Morning

3:30 AM on the morning before the first day of Spring, and its snowing.

Oh, the weather outside might be frightful, but what a delightful breakfast I’m having inside—half a perfectly ripe (soft to the touch and gently sweet on the palate) mango; a tall glass of blueberry juice in my favorite recycled jelly jar; and a smiling, european-sized cup of espresso.

And I’m about to reopen The Upanishads to dig into this delightful epic poem of wisdom.

Now, how better could this last winter morning begin?

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