As I walked to my yoga class last night, I noticed the reflections of the houses in the canals. As the water moved, the distorted shapes of the houses changed, I always find that enchanting. I could look for hours in the water, not one second is the same as the one before. Maybe I should make a little film, a Miksang film of this constantly moving liquid that absorbs, reflects, looks peaceful one time and scary another. It has no colour of its own, but reflects its surroundings.