The sun and the dust and the dance. That's what I remember. One morning I saw a gorgeous woman and as I walked past her, she told me I was beautiful before the words could cross my lips. Drums seemed to beat the entire week, changing rhythms but the bass stayed the same. I remember forgetting my name and meeting an archangel.
The sand and its hues and the moon. That's what I can't forget. One night we went past the city limits and without glass in front of my eyes, I let my hips sway under a full moon. Blurred lights moved in and around the city like stars dancing on a mirror in the sky. I remember forgetting my body and merging with the infinite.
The woman and the man and the dance. That's what I carry with me. One week of one year of my life was spent amongst family I had never met and in a place I only ever imagined. Gathered around a fire exploding in the night, new elements were created and sent out into the world, hitched on the wind. I remember Burning Man and I can never forget it