An airplane is flying overhead pulling a banner advertising a Snowball Fest in Colorado in March. The two women standing in front of me are now sitting down studying tomorrows festival lineup. Some people to my left are standing next to me in a circle laughing and talking and drinking beers. There are lines at the porta-potties under the trees in the distance to my left.
There are banners flying in the crowd: poles with all sorts of flags and shapes to make it easier for friends to find friends in this sea of people. There’s a frog and a ghost and an American flag. There are inflatable cacti and skulls and crossbones and a St. Andrew’s cross. There are balloons and streamers and when darkness comes, some of the poles will be festooned with slights.
And Young the Giant is on the stage playing their final song as the crowd is on their feet and jumping and waving and singing along.
The day has only just begun.