Coexistence.

There really is nothing like going to a party during the middle of the afternoon, in a public park with trance/house music.

A Hispanic birthday party blared the thump of Latin drums and trumpets amidst the raving beats of the DJ, as the smell of chorizo filled the air.

A bit behind the family birthday celebration, was a small swing set and play area, in which children and their very pregnant mothers giggled and frolicked on the swings and monkey bars. Just another happy Sunday in the park.

And next to it, literally within 30 feet: a collection of hippies, free spirits, outcasts and ravers, danced on. As if it was 4 in the morning in the middle of the woods. Some with babies on their hip. Top hats and St Patricks day tutus and bedazzlement kept my attention, along with the vibe that each man was for himself. Creating his/her own movements within the music; completely unique to their interpretation of it. Some spinning in circles endlessly, or stomping the ground till exhaustion. I danced and danced and then collapsed. I sat and took some time to take in this odd but somehow beautiful circumstances of coexistence. An introspective moment outside of it all, below: