Day Two Hundred Nineteen: Reading, riding, rhythm stick.

Once again I await inspiration with baited breath. And I believe it just occurred in the form of my friend asking me if I want to come to a bon fire. Yes, yes, I would like to watch some fire. So, until I can tell you all about the rest of today, let me tell you about the refreshing minutes ago:

Saturday, August 7: water, friends, diving