The march to the sea was slow and steady, and when we finally reached
its shores it was just at the change of day and night. Several large
bonfires were lit and by their light a great communal dance began,
everyone jumping around, running, and doing whatever their lighthearted
desire may have been. Under stars that shone like the twinkling in a
newborn's eye, we had such a joyous time that it can hardly be
described. We were no longer within the reach of civility or social
duty, but without it we were not mean nor hurtful to one another, but
were playful and joyous, like children without a care in the world. Our
little games and frolics cannot be described with any accuracy, because
outside of the moment's happiness, they cannot be understood, as it was
a spiritual happiness, existing only in the spiritual realm. All that
could be described is the physical actions that were taken because of
that spiritual enjoyment, but that would do nothing to describe the
feeling of the night. It was one filled with more joy than anything I
have known as an adult, because we became as children in our trusting to
fate, and it was natural, befitting to our natures. Man is not meant to
worry, man is meant to be free from all boundaries, inward and outward,
man is meant to be ruled by only one desire: love of others.

As the night dwindled away, we grew tired, but instead of returning to
the city, we laid down wherever we were when we felt that we could
remain awake no longer, and fell to sleep instantly when we did. It was
not at all uncomfortable, for the sand was soft and a warm breeze blew
in from the water, and though as an adult I would have feared sleeping
so openly in the unknown, I was not at that time an adult.