Here I sit at my computer with clean feet and hair smelling of shampoo instead of fire and sweat, listening to bands that just last night I was standing beside or dancing to.The transition from festival to normal life is a painful one. It is no longer acceptable to walk down the road barefoot and start up conversation with anyone who happens to be near by.
Music is played from speakers and a pixelated list instead of on a stage with warm bodies singing along.
My festival friends are back in their respective homes, in their respective cities, no longer in a camp just a hop-skip away.
The world hidden behind my apartment walls seems unfriendly and far away; too noisy with hot air that smells like trash instead of pine needles.
To leave this life was easy, to come back a mere three days later brings tears to my eyes.
Each festival I learn something new about myself. I come away a stronger person, with more friends and memories then I arrived with.
I meet fantastic people, hear phenomenal music, and acquire a lightness in my heart and a twinkle in my eye.
My stomach is twisting in a knot just writing about it. The heartache for the next festival is beginning to set in, and it will remain until next summer comes around and I am caught up in a world of dust, jams and friends once again.
Pagosa Springs Four Corner Folk Festival, you have my heart always and forever.
Until next year.
Zoey
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