Waiting at the stoplight. Down the hill I see a figure with bushy straw colored hair, wearing a cape and walking deliberately in the rain.
The light changes and I ride down, to notice that it's a monk on his begging rounds, merrily stomping through puddles in his zori.
On the turntable: Jeff Beck, "Beckology"
On the nighttable: Alan Booth, "Looking for the Lost"
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