essex county fairgrounds, vermont. the springy slam of a white washed wooden bathroom stall door, echoing through a long corridor of stalls. a nail, also white washed over to hang your coat or purse. a toilet with the most lovely deco shape and lines. everything old and beautiful. the feeling of being at the fair with my grandparents on p.e.i. when i was 5. and then past the classic concession stands into the show. creeky wooden grandstand seats that sway slightly from the movement of the dancers. little iron armrests seperating every 2 seats. the september evening light growing more and more glowy, and then fading to gray, with the moon smiling beside me. and phish seeping through the air into the evening for hours of live music under the stars. a perfect little 12 hour holiday in vermont for me and my man.