I missed it

I missed the dirt and sand; the hay and smoke; the cold and fire.
Saturday: Wake up throw food in a bag, go to work - think about how it should be... Wake up! Its freezing outside. Its 6:00 AM and still dark. The sleeping bag you are in has frosted over. There is no fire. Your clothes are so cold they krinkle if you touch them. But most of all you have to pee.
The closest outhouse is a 15 minute walk.
Sunday: Wake up hit snooze, turn over and dream of how it's supposed to be:
A chocolate crepe, a cold pear, grungy hair, the hike up the mountain pretending you will get cell phone reception if you get to the top. Listen to the drums, watch the fire dancers and feel it. The faire, something that cannot be found no matter where else you go. A perfect world? probably not. But its good enough for me.
Beep Beep Beep!