10,000 Lakes Festival; Pt. 2

I am making the transition back into the "real world" once again. It is part culture shock/part familiar but all the same, I'm back to where I was. For the past week I was lost in a world where anything is acceptable (except playing metal bands on the stereo). At 10K, I expounded on ideas about time, music, space, hacky-sack; I danced until I couldn't dance anymore. I wore a skirt and felt 100% comfortable about it. I followed random kids down a dark trail. I saw the Flaming Lips and Dark Star Orchestra, among many others. I hacky-sacked with complete strangers (I take that back; there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet). I bathed in a lake. I had an excellent time with Gregg, Lauren, Amanda, our three neighbors Ross, Kate and Adam, and my great friend Jenn, who, living in the moment, decided to come and was nearly fired from her job. I was able to be myself without having to sacrifice to others' prejudices about appearance and such. 10K is my heaven, my nirvana. The energy there is divine. I am now home. Dreadlocks, dirty clothes and beaten-up shoes are replaced with blue jeans and crew cuts. Drum circles and nearby footsteps are no longer heard. I now spend the little time I have here waiting to see the world.