While in the ashram, we were discouraged from leaving the grounds. This wasn't really a problem, but it made it so rewarding when you did make it outside the compound. On a couple of occasions, everyone staying there went on a silent walk down to the reservoir just beyond the walls instead of the normal satsang (meditation and chating). We did two sunrise and one evening walk while we were there. As we strolled down the narrow lane at 6am, the first hint of dawn guided us along the path. Rounding a bend, at a break in the trees, there was a view of the lake and the hills behind peaking through layers of clouds. Silently, with only the sounds of flip flops on the asphalt and the distant sounds of the village waking up, we crossed the dam and wound along the lake. There was a layer of fog dancing across its still surface. Seated along hte far side of teh lake, the fog undulated across the lake surface like a sluggish snake just being warmed by the sun. The green hills spilled intot he lake, playing hide and seek in the clouds. As we did our chants by the lake side, the sun crept up over the hills and cast its glow over the valley. We normally don't make it up to see the sunrise, but it is so cherished when we do. By the time we made our way back up to the hill to the ashram, the village was abuzz with morning activities--preparing breakfast, bathing in the lake, preparing for school. It was an incredible way to start the day.