Staring upward, towards the glinting stars and galaxies above me, I was within and without myself. I felt a kind of one-ness ripple through the crowd and into my soul, as the lights moved across my half-closed eyelashes. It was as if time had stopped, and there I was, caught forever young.
Girls heaved up onto burly shoulders; and hands raised in a sea of waving and clapping. A thousand voices raised in song together: 'Ah home. Let me come ho-o-o-me. Home is wherever I'm with you!'
The getting lost and re-finding of the friends. The long caterpillar-snake of our linked arms as we wove into the crowd. The snatches of conversation, and of smoke.
Freeing my body, dancing only through intuition. The vibrations of a base that reached into my ribs.