Lost in Saṃsāra, I

source: by Sion Fullana

Dream #32: I'm downtown. A storm is rolling in. It suddenly begins to hail. Chunks of ice are bouncing off of cars in the street. I'm being pelted. I run for cover in a nearby shop. I'm soaked. There is slush in my hair.

Where are my sisters? I hope they're not stuck out in the downpour.

worry, sadness, retreat.