Each day I find a new spot to do t’ai chi.
Up to eight wild cats roam the grounds of Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui. They’re exceptionally sleek and healthy, because while they belong to nobody, they are fed by everybody. I guess that pleases the local birds.
Sometimes I work here, outside, because the weather in early September is perfect. This structure functions as a stand-up desk and (in the early morning when nobody is looking) a gym.
Today I found a flower/weed that I’ve never noticed before: it’s an orange mini-morning glory, or convolvulus (I think.) Significant because I see the purple morning glory as a sort of symbol of this late phase of life. What is this tiny, less showy and no less ephemeral flower trying to tell me?