And then there was the Full Moon in the night’s sky shining down on me, and I in turn, looked down upon the thousands of faces looking up at me smiling, generous in their joyful anticipation. And when I erupted into a vocal run of utter freedom they responded with a loving roar that moved me so much that I wanted to weep with joy. And as the Ladder Machine moved me back through the crowd (still suspended in that swing) children waved up at me like I was some big Fairy Godmother Diva and so I waved back – blowing kisses and sprinkling invisible fairy dust to there little fingertips. I have never felt such a connection with an audience in my life. I will never forget the beauty of that moment.
The entire night was like that: a joyful give and take via the expression of the spirit and soul of a city. Chicago. All of Chicago was represented by children and performers from so many diverse cultures and communities. Good times and bad times, struggle and resilience, destruction and growth – that’s what life is. And that is what The Great Chicago Fire Festival was all about. Redmoon. Redmoon. Redmoon.
God, I love my job!