One I met in the green mountain state,
And only the wild ones,
Give you something and never want it back.
Oh the riot and the rush of the warm night air.
Only the wild ones,
Are the ones you can never catch.
Stars are up now no place to go,
but everywhere. 🎶🌲🌼 festival number two of the summer is a wrap, and so is my three week roam of the East Coast! Happy to be headed home, but this trip has been filled to the brim - overflowing with joy& wonder.. silliness, hard work, late nights & early mornings, laughing til we cried, crying til we laughed (thanks breathwork 😂). So unbelievably grateful for my Wanderlust family.