We started 2015 wet. We were in the sea, the calm silver sea, at midnight watching the fireworks above us. At some point we laughed ourselves to sleep. And we had a massive thunderstorm this morning. We’d only been asleep for a few hours. The water was coming into our hut. We slept on the bed with all of our belongings. It was wonderful. Big, full, heavy purposeful, drops of rain. Laughter. Smiles. Scurry of activity. Mopping. Tipping this roof then that, splashing water into the sand. Shouting instructions. Mooing. Horn honking. Stretching. Yawning. Welcoming the day. Welcoming the year. It’s a yoga of sorts 🙂