Looking out at the rainbow in front of the window at Yeshe Nyingpo monastery on Skyline. Seeing, not believing. Seeing, the illusion. Photos reflect the illusion. Memory fades elusive as mist refracted by sunlight into a bending prism. I have no real place or time. Timeless, unbound by obstructions but craving. I cannot capture the rainbow, and can only share a moment that fades into memory. I hope you share your memory with me. I hope you have good health, happiness, and peace. I love you. I ask for nothing in return, only a memory, a thought, one mind. Peace.