A constant buzz of moving large and small objects in a blur fades into the distance when a gaze fails to focusespecially after hearing all the ruckus.
In stark contrast to the calm of everyday life of pursuit and instant gratification there is that slow burn found in the worthwhile hundred mile churn.
Trapped indoors from constant rain drops reminding you of seasonal crops at tourist destinations where urban landscapes are at nature whims wrecking plans lots of stops.
My breath shallow like a pool of emotions swirling wildly within a miniscule sea of bodies floating in dry open land swimming through endless bodies vying for space.
Chanting and dancing go hand in hand to the beast of tribal drums humming and beating as one into the sea of people transfixed by the seas wave.
