festival newme it's the last day of the festival the bus doesn't run on sundays and the bus drivers are all angry anyway sunday the crowds are going home the clowns are coming down it's all empty streets tomorrow the cars will be the only jugglers no flying magicians and craft vendors i've missed the festival again i always miss this one it's an odd pattern of years disappearing i watch parades of emptiness float by pretending to take photographs waiting for the closing ceremony 040718 ... into the woods the KING's festival? 040718 ... past summer vacation, while still working everyday. twelve days of music, singing, dancing, and drinking all night, every night. breaking through reservations and uncertainties, at times like this, is made easier by just taking your hand and dancing like crazed folk, collapsing into eachother, all smiles, catching a quick kiss before the music starts up again. once we opened the gates, we couldn't stop. with closed eyes we rose above the crowds milling about us, calmed to view the city from a high balcony, and got lost in the elevator on our way back down to the street. 090718 what's it to you? who go blather from