I'm hoping this is what awaits me at the end of the week...

Rambling around the woods, I'm met by the smiling faces of familiar strangers. Some dance to the reverberations in the distance; others hobble. People are dressed in more paint than cloth and everything is cool. I'm drunk -- off of what, I'm not entirely sure, but the alchemical cocktail of UV-rays, contentedness and various substances has my spirit levitating. Old friends in fresh moods pass like the time; new friends are endless and amusing to my sensibilities, which I abandoned a day ago. I know a lovely lady camped near a lake. It's time to swim, preferably nude. I'll shower only if it rains, and then immediately get dirty again in the residual mud. My skin smells sweet in the heat and I like it. “Fuck shoes!” is what I've heard and I fully agree. Sleep can wait until I'm home; that place is out of sight now.

The Electric Forest Festival takes place June 28th-July 1st in Rothbury, Michigan.