Music Festivals

are the chicken soup for a mid-twenties corporate america employee but closeted hippie's soul.  Like a warm bath after running in the rain.  Like a breath of fresh air after sitting in a sauna.  Like the feeling of a first kiss with someone you realllyyyyyy want to kiss.  Like digging in your backyard in search of dinosaur bones when you are 5 years old and actually finding DINOSAUR BONES. 

A weekend to go wild, dance hard, dress crazy, and remember what it's like to be a kid. 

Upon my return, I will say hello from the other side of the doors of perception. 

Treausre Island Music Festival 2009.  photo by N.