Nils, Tamara, Jolle. We drank beer, considered different time zones, categorized stars/aliens/airplanes, dunked into the warm, black lake water. The moon was full (like a mirror for our bellies). Drying off, with bikes parked in the field, we celebrated Nils' dad's 61st rotation about the sun with this 10 year old (illegal) hot air balloon. The flame grew precariously large.
