Light Magic

After the first part of our weekend long dance workshop, my friend drove me home last night. It was the single most beautiful view ever. After leaving Rottingdean, we drove into Brighton over the hill just as the sunset was ending. I was speechless. Too lost for words. And then I looked out over to sea and saw the wind farms. All lit up at night. Their red lights flashing. Then we saw the people raving on the beach. Fatboy Slim was probably there. When it comes to Brighton - he’s always there. He’s like our national icon

When we got to my town

I got out of my friends car and said goodbye. Then I made him get up out of his car as well. Because the sky was moving. There were blue patterns and lights in the sky. 🌌 they were moving in a rhythmic pattern

I thought it was the northern lights. But then he said it was the lights from the people at the beach at the concert - probably fatboy slim. 

Mural from a youth hostel in Shoreham, where my dad and I recently went for lunch and where I once stayed for two nights and did a solo meditation retreat