Out walking a stray caterpillar - a hairy molly - wiggling its way across the road. It's way too late in the year for caterpillars. But still, there it was, an autumn equinox caterpillar.
Telling me, "maybe its not too late, as autumn arrives, to start a new journey of transformation".
Looking at buddha from a different angle. Looking at life from a different angle. Equinox.