Immediately, I recognized another array of outside lights collected in the air. They were hanging over a makeshift dance floor that sat in front of a small stage with a four-man band and a female singer holding a tambourine. Into the microphone, she sang a song that wasn’t the folk sounding music I expected. There was a keyboard, electric guitar, drums, and bass that was paying honor to the song, “Tomorrow, Wendy” by Concrete Blonde. The haunting melody perfectly matched the paranormal dream state I’d been in and out of all night. The female’s eerie voice even made the sensations more intense.
Due to an enticement that was owning me, my eyes searched the dance floor. Wearing jeans, t-shirts and boots, most people were dancing with one another. There was only one person dancing alone. At least that is what it looked like to the naked eye but in my bones, I knew she was dancing to something most can’t comprehend.
Appreciation of… freedom.