Pink Moon

The truck trundled up the hill along the road that was mostly just a rough tractor trail. He was tired after having spent three days enjoying the company of thousands of like minded adventure seekers. Were it not for a shimmering smile and sassy personality waiting for him somewhere in the festival fields, he would have been thirty minutes from a hot shower and a comfortable air mattress and a washing machine. Camping gear and coolers and water bottles bouncing around the truck as it moves up the hill. Perhaps a bit faster than necessary but the vehicle could handle it with ease.

The drive from Summersville consisted of twisty windy and steep back roads cut in half with a short stint on interstate 64. The farm was in the definition of "nowhere" no reception on cellular phone and he had been flying blind as far as timing his reunion with that smile and those eyes. Jumbling up the hill, watching for rocks and big potholes, he glanced up and saw her, standing by the road. She was beaming. He was beaming. The truck stops and she hops in, grabs a ride to the top of a mountain where the truck will remain parked.

A quick well deserved nap and some dinner, then off to see some music performed live in Wild Wonderful West Virginia. The light show is incredible against the opposing valley and ridge line, the musicians energetic and enthusiastic despite a small crowd lingering. The folding chair cradles him, her legs draped across his as she sits perpendicular. Her head bobbing as sleep overwhelms and she drifts off. His eyes snap open and all that is seen is the starry sky and bright light in varied colors sweeping overhead. They're both just too tired to stay awake.

The bed of the camper is made, and inviting and the sheets are cool on the skin. Once settled in, they can still hear the thumping droning bass line from the stages on the other side of the ridge. Sometimes when the wind blows correct, the other instruments come through with such clarity. Small talk, whispers and sweet nothings. Tight hugs back and forth and delicate kisses on wind chapped cheeks. In and out of slumber, dreams to reality and back again. They doze.