Things are gonna be alright. I can tell.
This weekend I went to Merlefest with Sydney. We went to concerts, sipped frozen lemonade, and licked powdered sugar from our sticky fingers. While there, I forgot about everything.
Saturday night, a sexy Irish band played and we headed to the dance tent, where bodies jumped and crashed into each other. My laughter was inaudible against the drums and accordions.
I'm mid-air, my hair exploding as I leap. I glisten with sweat.
We fell asleep to the sound of banjos. With blisters on my feet and the sun in my face, we danced, we sang, we lived.