I noticed the smell of burning plastic garbage as I was in savasana today. The sickly sweet sticks in the back of my throat and leads to headache. Cautiously testing emotional reactions to this, angry, afraid, hard feelings. Powerlessness, guilt. The air smells like cancer but the sky is limpid blue, the quarter moon is a jellyfish, swallows dance for bugs above the rice fields. The stillness of a day like any other day. Inhaling, exhaling. Drawing to a close. Passage without purification.
