On the morning of January 27, my birthday, I rose early. It was daybreak when I went out to explore the trails. At the end of one short trail was an alcove with a small but energetic waterfall. I settled, listening to the water, feeling the rocks and vines, getting their texture, splashing my face. When I had gotten what I thought I had come for, which was nothing in particular, I turned to leave. As I turned, I noticed, perched on a rock beside the waterfall, a Buddha statue. He was about eighteen inches high and had jewels stuck in his forehead and in his navel. He appeared to be wearing lipstick and he clearly did not work out. I’m not sure how I did not see him before this moment.