[This morning I saw a monk write a verse (偈) on the stone by the temple gate, the brushstrokes are light and sincere. The window (囱) beside is half open, with the fragrance of sandalwood drifting out.]
Today’s little win: building a blanket fort with my 5-year-old, laughing till our sides hurt and snacking on gummy bears inside! The best moments aren’t planned—they’re just us.