Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros playing at Vail Village.


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.
The spray of bottles left behind. 
Vail christmas lights at night.
Concert trash.
Christmas lights on trees in Vail Village
Walking through the crowds at a concert.
Concert lights at Edward Sharpe in Vail.
I been sleepin’ for 40 days and
I know I’m sleeping cause this dream’s too amazin’