The Roof, late Friday Night

The sound of the rain on the roof, hitting his hood, provided as soothing rhythm that helped him slow his breathing, ease his pulse, and calm his mind as he meditated on the events since his arrival.

( How many Zen Bhuddists does it take to change a lightbulb? A tree in a golden valley. )

OOC: Availability

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I will be out of town and likely internet access till monday evening I spect. See y'all then.