Bash and I walked from the ferris wheel back to the camping grounds. The plastic cups and trash from yesterday's events were scattered everywhere. People were either snoring in their tents, camping in their own car, or plain passed out drunk on the grounds.
It was a good thing that the place was getting brighter with the rising of the sun. We could tell which way was better to walk on, taking into consideration we were still barefoot.
Cool wind blew from the west, and I wrapped my arms around me. I tried to cover as much skin as I could, but my thin arms weren't that helpful.
The summer breeze is really trying to test me here, alright. I wasn't fond of the cold and here I am, with barely enough cloth on and walking with my bare feet.
They were beginning to get sore too. It was a good thing most of the grounds in Coachella were full of well-trimmed and maintained grass.
If it weren't, I don't know if I could go on any further at all.
