Summer nights are my favorite. There’s something about the warm dusk that calls me out of my cozy comforts of home and into the soft, shadowy, twilight air. It’s a type of soul soothing that can only be experienced, not explained.
So when a festival promises to get me beneath the setting summer sun, I go! I bring my camera, a few silly friends, a coerced teenager and two cutems full of enough energy to last us through the firework show and the golf cart ride to the car.
I must admit, the festival felt a little anticlimactic- we all thought the balloons were going to fly! Instead they glowed, but we made the best of it, gleaning not so subliminal messages…