Yesterday, I went to the river to hang out with my circus arts/fire-twirling crew.
Only, I might have been a bit over-enthused with practicing my new moves, and may or may not have some seriously gnarly scabs happening where I rubbed the skin off my fingers.
So, actual *practice* wasn’t so much in the plan for me.
But that turned out alright.
I got to the river, (and was immediately set upon by hoards of mozzies) and I found a spot to hang out, and these three hardcore emo/ scene kids rocked up, carrying guitars.
There were acoustic covers of Linkin Park happening on a twelve-string guitar.
The world is a beautiful place.