Eyes closed, she stepped out of the car, placing her bare foot on the the wet grass, feeling the earth between her little toes and the breeze against the soft face. She breathed in the fresh air, the essence of everything around her coming together at once. One short moment that lasts a lifetime. As she opened her eyes for the first time, in the place that she had been many times before, she finally felt at ease, seeing and feeling the memories of previous years.
The place of music, as they called it, a place of letting go, the only place she could truly be herself, Suwannee Music Park. Though a simple title, it is filled will so much meaning and promise to every single person that comes and goes. She ran the grounds she already knew, and felt free, as if nothing could break her spirit. She explored the unknown, filled with hanging tree moss and breathtaking live oak that scattered the park. The way the mystical energy flowed through her as she looked around, causing her to erupt in complete and utter happiness, a feeling she rarely experiences, constant for these few fateful days. They set up the campsite in a specific way, a way that enabled the center to become a stage for passion and hope, the center of a group that housed a hundred people, all sharing that same love of music. They were called the Terrapin Travelers. A sight to see, they were, as everyone danced and jammed among the campfire, that lit the souls of every person singing along to the rhythm of the dead. Everything was set, and everyone had arrived, so she and her friends decided to take a ride. The breeze blew through her long blonde hair and the flowers atop her head, as she rode through the trees on that old flower-filled golf cart she adored. They flew past the bra and underwear tree and the tree covered in unmatchable shoes to get to that tainted bridge atop the suwannee river. The graffiti covered bridge, that become a landscape of art for all to paint and see. They set up a spot mid-bridge and admired the artwork beneath their feet and the sky above their heads, while listening to the tunes of the day and talking like best friends should. That was what they were to each other, best friends, even if they only saw each other a couple times a year. It was a great friendship that all five knew would last a lifetime. As night fell, the music started, and the energy grew wild. She danced, she danced with the spirits and the souls of everything around her. The music, pulsating through her entire body, lets her truly lose herself, dancing, swaying, letting go of all her troubles. She dances, thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music, by those who weren’t really listening. The way the sounds of each instrument flew straight through her, was indescribable. You could see how each note and lyric hit her perfectly, how she was consciously unconscious, losing all her senses to the artists belting their hearts out. She lived like a lotus in muddy water, for the few days she could, wishing, hoping, dreaming to float in that muddy stream for the rest of her days, and although she couldn’t always act like herself, she knew who she was. A flower child with a rock and roll heart. By: Madeline Powers - 10th grade
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Madeline PowersI am a NC sophomore, with a passion for writing and photography. I plan to study at NYU and get a degree in journalism. I hope to one day become a travel journalist. Archives
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