In five hours...

... I will be dancing barefoot to African music with the dreadlocked and tie-dyed masses. I will be watching the wee ones scurrying around, being carried by their parents, dancing in never-ending circles. I will be doing my best hippie imitation - flowy skirts, sarongs, blouses and tank tops with easily removable flip flops are my 4-day uniform.

Right now I am giving the sun and wind a pep talk, trying to urge the threat of rain away (although sometimes one muddy day can be alot of fun... for the hippies anyway ;-) ).

This weekend is all about the music.

And I almost believe it when people say that the music combined with those 20,000 or so folks on the hill can actually will the sun to shine.