ode to hillside

I love the walk back from Hillside. I prefer it to the bus.

Barefoot I tread through the darkness. The road lit up now and then by a vehicle revealing who is in front of me. A child asleep in a sling, legs dangling, head bobbing. Beautiful silhouettes exposed for a moment.

Feet grounding me in the soft, damp grass.This is the perfect wind down from copious stimulation in the blazing heat.

Discovering new artists, talents in every direction, delicious food, hoards of smiling people, and friendships to catch up on. It is one giant, intimate party.

There is no talking now, only the clanging of empty water bottle mantra.No fires tonight only dark offerings.Giving respite to over stimulated bodies.

Remembering all the great music I saw tonight. I slip back into my car. Hillside is intense and exhilarating. Love and camaraderie is the language. Everyone is welcome. Freedom, smiling, love delivered in music. I can hardly wait for tomorrow!