Leaves Flutter

into the clear pool at Yangleshod (feeling like fall) as a young man takes a bath in his underwear, repeatedly dunking into the freezing water, then washes his socks with a bar of soap on the step; the cave "priest"--still in street clothes (before having changed into his thin white lungi), vigourously finger-brushes his teeth; a woman throws huge handfuls of what looks like mud, but must be fish food, in to the koi; and the ngakpa K and I saw sitting in the field the other day, takes his small bird off his shoulder and dips it in the water before putting it back in place and climbing the stairs to Chatrul Rinpoche's gonpa. Every few steps the bird falls. He repeatedly picks it up and puts it back.