The Festival

Feeling free. Feeling the grass between my toes, the feeling of hay beneath me and being surrounded by flowers that match my dress, I am at a festival. You can’t see it, but there is music filling the air from musicians and classic cars are parked across the way, but it is for my eyes only, and that’s the way it will stay. The smell of the horses and candy floss trail around me and the festival goers that tower around. The noise isn’t unbearable, the chatting and laughing of the people form into a musical number in itself. The warm sun light hits me as I take moments to myself and dance around a nearby empty field with the echoes from the neighbouring performers. I’m tired from the late night camping, but every minute is worth it.