The town is named appropriately since tonight we had good fortune.
Today, in general, has been a great day. It can likely be considered to be one of the best days of my life. Making into the ocean at Manuel Antonio by 8am, then ending the night now at 2:30am after watching Volcan Arenal spew forth lava all night long.
Today must be captured as freshly as possible into letters and words. Although I can't write much more due to tiredness and the effects of other substances, I will quickly comment on the highs of the day. Manuel Antonio was great; really nice waves to bodysurf. And just now, the sight of lava flowing, rolling, and bouncing down the slope of the volcano. And just as impressive, the sound of the volcano: like the hammering of a carpenter in a hollow shop very distant. The beat was sometimes non-existent, but at other times quite fast and incessant, calling out the building of pressure.
Although the sights can be re-lived, the sounds must live on in memory. This is why I must write immediately to reflect the thoughts and visions of my life, to capture those sounds so they may reverberate every time I read these words again. To say the hammering was amazing is an understatement. It was deep and imposing, just as was the sight of the silhouette of the volcano against the clear, starlit night was also imposing and very impressive. It is the memory of that beat that will now lead me into sleep, soothing me, yet urging me to the content state of unconsciousness.
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