Last day and paradise.

Met up with all at 11am again.
We are off to go swimming to this magical remote place at the end of the roads we have to cycle, behind the rice fields we have to walk (and where Josh can never find out about). Rusty, Elliot, Eve, Ian and I.

There is so much power in these omnipresent hills, in the fields that just stretch forwards, besides and behind, endlessly. And end is the last thing that you're thinking of.
Once again we all sat and we talked, we sunbathed, swam and talked again and the energy flew from one to another, led by the Water, picked up by the Wind, taken to the Sun and thrown back at and among us to travel, search and find and stay forever, kept together with our hearts and souls and random thoughts of that one moment in our little boxes of memories.