At the water's edge

It was supposed not to be that warm after last night's heavy thunderstorm, but it was still hot. I took Djeili to play in the river. 

About last night - there was one especially heavy sound of thunder which sounded rather like an atomic bomb hitting the village. Djeili sought Philipp's protection, and a friend told me that her little boy sat up in bed in sleep, shouting: 'Who is coming?' 

Today is another one of those days when life seems like a sole line-up of obligations. And of packing lists. Packed up for going to work again tomorrow, but I will only go in the morning, 5am alarm set :(