|bulb and prayer wall|
Lohbado opened the door and peered out at the winter wonderland. Heavy wet snow came down in Montreal. Lohbado gazed at the light bulb above the door and prayed that spring would come soon.
Lohbado woke up groggy the next morning. The temperature dropped. The thought of putting on the winter parka again made him tired. He stood in the doorway and breathed in a little cold air. Eventually his body would come to life and he would walk around the block.
Be stoic, don't think about spring. Don 't think too much. Lohbado learned to take things slow. That's what happens as one reaches the threshold of sixty. One slows down. One could look back at futile attempts to achieve something and chuckle about how it didn't work out according to plan. Foolish plans, vanity... as a young man, Lohbado thought he could find a career, win a companion and live a regular kind of life. Oogah had other plans for Lohbado. Oogah laughed at Lohbado's hopes and fears. Oogah gave Lohbado what he secretly wanted... a life devoted to waking up from suffering and confusion. Not that he got very far, but at least, he put himself in the proper place to make such an attempt.