Walking up the lane after morning service this morning. Somebody before me had drawn a long arrow and then a question mark at the top in the light dusting of snow. In answer I drew an eight spoked wheel with two arrows around it's circumference indicating the Turning of the Wheel of the Law in a clockwise direction. Then I drew another arrow and question mark, hoping others might carry on the conversation. It was about direction I suppose. About moving, about moving on. About right action. Clever stuff! I walked on.

By chance I turned and saw a monk walking right through the middle of the conversation! Hay! You've just walked over my handy work! I shouted. Oh, was that YOU? She shouted back. (We were at a distance from each other). YES! But you know, the moment had passed. The fun had been had and the potential for more, for others, had passed. You just can't get special about such things. Snow brings out playfulness and that's for sure.

We are expecting heavy snow falls this week.