going...going...

We leave in ... well, now.

My hair is precisely pinked, my shear halter tops are packed and my stomach has been wrapped and warped in a tangle of 'trepidation and excitement' since 7:00 am.

"You're finally going"
Yes... finally.

Brochured images remind me, it's not only the playa, the heat, the red vests or the promise of abundant liquor and kissing that's calling me.
My throat tightens a little as I write and imagine.

It is Burning Man. The people, the art, and most of all, my own sense of adventure. Seeking more of myself and excess of others. It is the desire for stars, the brilliant Black Rock Vista at night AND the small town awe and wonder.
How long 'til these butterflies subside? I will let you know when I return.

*squeezes to all*