festival.

What blissful serenity overwhelms the moment in which clouds break: exposing a night sky so naked and so unknown in its grandeur that we suddenly feel lost in our own insignificance - but we don’t care. Beneath, we come together as one, the warm ecstasy of the camp-fire licking our skin and lighting up worlds beyond comprehension in our eyes. Bodies touch and laughter echoes and that faint melody that has been resonating fills the air with dark passion.

Delicate blades of grass sway in the breeze as if dancing to the very music around us, our energy breathing life into them, almost setting them free. In the shadows of light we stand defiant, vibrant colours of red and yellow and blue and white, each one of us filled with a purpose and an evermore colourful personality.

The night is intoxicated with affection and as our bodies begin to numb and our minds begin to swirl and the harsh liquor racing through us starts to take control, I look to you. Our fingertips brush, our smiles widen with euphoria, eyes flicker under the pallid moonlight.

We are here. We are one.

We are the festival.