Dancing despite exhaustion

It was about 10°C, somewhere between 4 and 5 in the morning. The moon was so bright that no one needed to wear lights or carry a torch.

We found an unlisted stage nestled in the forest. It was just big speakers, simple purple lights, and two DJs perched high above the crowd. About 40 people danced, and we climbed the sandy hill to join them.

At some point, they played this track. My jaw dropped. Despite being ready for bed hours earlier, I danced, nestled safely in the warmth of a big faux fur coat. The bass rattled my bones.

I couldn’t stop.

Festivals, parties, raves – these unexpected moments are what they’re all about.