It is the most perfect weekend every year, whether I am dancing beneath an almost full moon or in the pouring rain. It is bliss. It is euphoria.
|This is what Utopia looks like|
|I’m not sure there is anything better in the whole world than a
Phish tribute band, dancing barefoot in the sand beneath the Texas stars,
and watching a fire dancer.
|Utopia also looks like this. It is still perfection.|
“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.” ee cummings