Shoeless in the sun at a day rave
With my eyes closed, all sorts of apparitions on the backs of my eyelids, I could be anywhere. But I can still hear the music.
I open my eyes and look out at a sea of emotions, energy like light reflecting on the angles of waves, faces contorted with any of either joy, elation, interest, love.
Some dance for others to watch. Some watch others to see how they should dance.
I’m not sure how loud to speak for my friend to hear me over the music, how much strength it requires to keep my body standing. It seems that it all should just flow, and I should be part of that flow, without enforcing too much of my own will on that flow.
As I breathe in, I can smell the secondhand smoke from someone else in the crowd. Other than smoke, the air is crisp, as air is on a sunny day in the afternoon. The sun shines, sneaking beneath the shade of the tent to warm my calves. The wind blows so that my shirt flaps.
Just feeling nice enough to not even want to write now, wanting to just experience the good feeling, uninterrupted.