ode to coachella...

and the sunny morning sangria sky, seats beneath the sprinklers, one by one we emerged from our dreams to jugs of mimosa, rails of laughter and one for the road. rock n roll campervan to beer garden living room, palm tree paradise where the music never stopped and the heineken flowed. runnin like the wind through the maze of revellers. holding hands. looking for air. boogie with the bears. getting lost and found. dancing the night away like there was no tomorrow and then tomorrow doing it all again.

i wish everyday could be like that!