Little joys of the day

My every days are almost the same, ok under palm trees, so I don't cry, but it is nothing special, except I see something unusual, or exciting. Fortunately this happens lots of times. For example last week. I always thought, that I have to go to Tibet to see a Kabbalah, but no, I had to come to Tucson:



Ok it wasn't made out of butter, and they didn't put it in the sun to show the transiency of life. It was made of sand, and it looked amazing, so I was really happy that I needed to buy a dvd, and the shop was next to the little buddha, who made the Kabbalah, or the little buttha who made the Kabbalah was next to the shop where I bought the dvd (Boy: Do not try to bend the spoon; that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth. Neo: What truth? Boy: There is no spoon.). OK, end of the story.