Platform of Emptiness

We returned to the hills and John built and opened the Platform of Emptiness — solid, sturdy, and nothing like 2019. It became a place for dinners, quiet evenings, and the kind of sitting-around that doesn't need a name. It is still standing on the hills today.

On the Wednesday we crossed to the other side of the lake for the Sunlit Owl Daytime Party — a secret event for around a hundred people, with pizza and Shai Peri playing violin in the afternoon light. Those who knew, knew. On the Thursday we hosted Arabian Nights with chai — a warm, lantern-lit evening that felt like a Bedouin tent more than a sea-facing tea house, and all the better for it. And on the Friday morning at 6 AM, Or Granot played a live oboe set — strange and beautiful in the early light, with fog rolling in off the lake and unusual cloud formations moving overhead.