I ate a homemade doughnut my friends brought to me at work.
I watched a circle of capoeira dancers/fighters.
I sat in the face of a sunset talking to a new friend while my left hand dug through clean soil for a good hour.
I had a successful day at work.
My home is clean.
The storage facility is clean.
I can feel the memorization starting to click in my mind.
I said goodbye to a new friend as he rode away on his bicycle to try his labors in another part of the country. I don't know if he's going to survive.
Today I'm grateful for doughnuts, dancing, sunsets, dirt, and hope.