Picture this. It’s late but the air is still dusty from the hot, dry day. The air is cooler now. It feels good against your dusty, sweaty skin.
The stage lights are dim. A lone figure looms behind a booth. The crowd is gently lit by a string of lights that ties them all together. The lights dance above our heads, casting shadows across the trees along the way. This is the witching hour.
You move through the crowd to get some water. It’s still crowded but it’s more relaxed now. People flow through the crowd to the beat of the music.
The music isn’t in a hurry. New sounds lure you in and cast their spells. Time passes with no effort from you at all. You notice the people around you. You feel their energy. You notice their bodies moving. You notice *your* body moving. Your heart beats in unison with thousands of others. It feels good.