Mostly cloudy

Looking for my zen. It hopped out earlier this morning somewhere between the cold gray skies and the tenor of a short conversation. I should really put some better kind of protection on it. I don't remember what the Hmong used. String? I've already got a ribbon tied to my wrist. I was hoping I might coax it back with a bit of morin khuur and that Mongolian throat singing, but no luck so far.