The world is white this morning — and soft. Snow covers everything, smoothing the sharp, angular edges of the stairs, blurring the rough shapes of the rocks, softening the irregular outlines of the shrubs...
It is not too cold (0°C). After a hot breakfast in Vijay Raman Prabhu's warm kitchen, I put on my warm coat and go for a stroll around the temple, walking along the shore of the Gulf of Finland with the deaf Charlie running ahead of me, sniffing and rummaging through the muck and debris and other flotsam and jetsam washed up among the tall reeds at the water's edge.
I chant my japa. The water looks cold. It should be: Saint Petersburg is six degrees south of the Arctic Circle — just six degrees!
Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu said: "In every town and village, the chanting of My name will be heard." But who could have dreamed that His prophecy would be fulfilled to this extent?