Holiday on a hillside.
One night. That one night, on that hillside, I found connection with a few people I’d just met. We all had fun, dancing, singing, letting glimpses of our true selves shine through, just glimpses though, not too much, still playing safe. Not much dusty ‘wisdom’ going on, intellectuals wouldn’t approve except the hedonists, the ones that know we have to let out the dancing fun side now and again. It ended well, before the marriage cracks were visible, before the hidden lusts were clear. Freedom through alcohol, new misty friendships formed on a hillside, never too see each other again… All humans, every one, for a short spell leaving behind societies’ frustrations and rules, getting back to the basics of dance and song. A short glimpse of the real us, without the prison walls of economy and moral confines. They live there , I was on holiday, Next day I had visions of living there, wanting to be a member of this ‘tribe’ these people wh...