When the masses began to descend into the Coachella Valley an unanticipated cloud of energy strong enough to block out the evening sun followed. Vehicle after vehicle created a wake of dust rising over our heads into the dry desert air. By friday night the entire valley was encased in a thick cloud blocking us off from the rest of the world. Cell phone service was scarce, cutting in and out with the rhythms of people spilling into the festival from every direction. People made makeshift masks to cover their mouths in attempt to make it easier to breath in the air. We were officially in a world of our own, full of spectacular art installations that illuminated the festival grounds. My imagination ran wild and I couldn't help but imagine I was in a Ray Bradbury short stories surrounded by beautiful people who have come to this place to suspend their reality, creating an atmosphere of energy that resonated from throughout the weekend.