A group of people sat by a raging fire, wearing their warmest attire.
The night was ripe with connection. Thousands united through music, within nature, as I felt the euphoria increase, and the lightness flutter.
Taking a sip of my water, I sat on a boulder as I warmed myself by the fire.
I looked around the flames, many faces, many souls.
I noticed her being noticed, and then I noticed her.
Kneeled, and laying with her hands outstretched forward above her head, face down across the dusty ashes and dirt, as close to the fire as she could withstand, she existed.
Not knowing if she needed help, or if she had fallen - I placed my hand on her back, and began to pass my left hand upwards and downwards, and in a circular motion along her flattened back. As I moved my hand I repeated thoughts of love, I repeated to her from inside my mind the following silent words - “Everything is okay, you’re okay. I love you. I love you, though I don’t know you. I love you. You’re o