A soft wind cascades my hair across my face,
As if the flow of the late afternoon will never cease,
And whisk me away into the night.

I precariously walk into the mass of strangers,
Fully aware of crowds and their dangers.
However, the feeling of curiosity gave me the courage to push forward –
Despite my inevitable case of awkward

Sounds of laughter fill the air,
Pure happiness glows from the people without compare.
This feeling must be rare.

A wondrous smell fills my senses,
And a sizzle from a grill nearby intensifies.
The aromas both familiar and new beckoned me further,
This was going to be a wonderful adventure.

The journey continued towards the beautiful UNL campus,
With artwork askew – nothing but glamorous.
The grass was covered by a sea of relaxation,
Reminding me of a welcoming feeling accompanying every vacation.

The warm sunlight peaked through the trees,
The jazz music soaring along side the beams –
Floating through the crowd as if to give everyone’s hand a loving squeeze.

Moved by the welcoming culture, I allowed myself to wander off,
I simply could not get enough.

The music seemed to follow me like an old friend,
My mind became at ease with so little to comprehend.
And soon a small smile broke away from my mouth,
Feeling just as lively as I did in my youth down south.

A peaceful feeling overtook my stress,
Reminding me of the importance of Jazz and it’s success.
I began to ask myself what kept me from here for so long,
For moments like these only appear in a perfect love song.

For the first time, in a long time,
I felt my heart in sublime.
Not a care in the world,
All my hurt seemed to unfold.

I took my time to smile at everyone who walked nearby,
With the Jazz music now acting as a joyous lullaby.

A once standard June evening
Turned into a memory I never knew I was craving.
I felt a transformation – at last I was achieving.

One of happiness and light,
My thoughts filled with delight,
And a flame of content ready to ignite.

This is what Lincoln is supposed to be like.
Adventurous moments which spring you awake.
A uniqueness of memories only those – here – can make.

This is the downtown Lincoln I remember.
This is the classic, unforgettable summer.
This is what it means to be a corn loving extremist member.

The sun glowed of bright golden colors,
As if to award me with the highest of honors.
I made my way towards the beautiful melody,
Knowing it was time to leave only grew into a feeling of jealousy.

Oh how I wanted this night to never end.
To stay in this moment forever is something I do intend.
For these are feelings which you cannot pretend.

I packed my things in pure remorse,
Promising myself I would use this as a future source.
One to describe the purest of musical beauty.
One to tell others of my most favorite day? Absolutely.

This is how it must feel to be in tune.
This is Jazz in June.