Let us do some more continuations today. I think you know the drill by now.
Smoke from the nearest forest fire was bad again today. At least it helped keep things cooler. But I would have appreciated better air quality to go along with a lack of wilting heat.
Beggars, choosers, blah blah blah.
One more day and then my weekend arrives.
The smoke burns my eyes but I am too captivated to blink the pain away. I do not want to miss even a moment.
All the books and audio interviews I have consumed in recent years as I prepared for this night were an utter waste of time. I am wholly unprepared for this.
My nerve endings are tingling. The intermingling aromas are overwhelming my ability to process them. The rhythm of the drums have become my heartbeat. Colors whirl and blur and separate until everything before me becomes one.
I can hardly breathe.
The ritual has begun.