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[jaded_fears]

It's getting closer. The ripples traveling back growing like the anticipation of a great change, like ghosts of dancers, like preminitions of adrenaline... Can you feel it? The children whisper, just beyond the range of hearing, murmur and giggle to themselves, peeking out to see if it's here yet, hiding but waiting...

for the sun to set on a hot dry Friday...

for the night to fall...

for the world to grow quiet and drowsy...

for the cool night breeze to stir...

for the people to come together...

for the for the music to scale upwards...

for the bass to pound...

for the lights to sear...

for the dance to begin...

CAN YOU FEEL IT?