sitting there, minding my own buisness at a festival, staring at the swarm of people buzzing around like wasps feeding on the honey pot of music….
and then. As the smoke rising from my mouth clears i see through the summers fog a figure of a man I knew.. changing…
and as my loving friends noticed the wrong but right sight I had seen i was rugby tackled to the floor in a wave of screaming and laughing.
Oh how i miss that summer. <3