Hare, Hare, Krsna.... 
.....6.15PM... We localize our self in time and space. At the lotus feet of His Divine Grace.  Can we imagine that Srila Prabhupada stays with us here?    Or rather should we to his feet grow near?    He feels stones and grass and posts on shoes, that in a symphony give news of Gopal-Krsna in the evening sung, as to Vrndavana village with all the cowherd boys He does run.

He and the boys are exhausted to the limits of their strength. All day long they have been herding cows and with demons contending in battles that even the heros of heaven pause and pause to contemplate.

Their Mothers welcome these small boys to home and give them baths and fresh clean clothes. The boys just prattle with the days events and then take Prasad and sleep with full intent, to take up the work they left off undone under forest trees and dappled sun.