A plane, yet another one, is criss crossing above us all.
It amazes me we can flourish despite such a loud noisy environment: constant roaring or buzzing or high pitch noise in the background. Thankfully, we do get breaks and I notice them all i hope.
Thank you Buddhas for guiding my heart mind always and keeping us all safe from war and degenerative disorders. Om mani peme hung Om mani peme hung Om mani peme hung