I heard the soft Thunk of my newspaper being dropped by the front door this morning while I was doing my meditation. It brought back a memory from Japan: the sound of my English version of the Japan Times being dropped through the metal mail flap of the door. The city where I was living had a regulation that allowed buildings with 5 floors or less have No elevators, so my newspaper delivery person walked up 5 flights of stairs every day. This has nothing to do with my photo today. I just like the colors...