One Love

On Saturday, my friends and I went to Reggaefest, a yearly outdoor concert series that takes place at a beautiful park on James Island. Every year I look forward to it, and this year was no exception. It was a hot sticky night, but nobody minded. As soon as we got there we were enveloped by great music, all sorts of people, and the most serene and welcoming vibe I had been a part of in a long time. Charleston is generally a divided city -- rich and poor, black and white, young and old -- they seldom come together for the same reasons. Yet here we all were -- all shapes, colors and sizes, jamming to the same beat, sweating in the night, high on life (some probably on more than life) -- overwhelmingly accepting one another as we were. It was just a beautiful, beautiful night.