After the kites: the club night
By Ela Tribe
The kites came down as the sun did, and nobody was ready to go home.
The crew
Sandy feet, sunburnt shoulders, the same faces from the beach. We walked into the club as one group and filled the front of the room.
On the decks
The Ela flower went up behind the decks and the music took over from there.
Golden light
Somewhere after midnight the lights turned gold, and strangers from the kite day were dancing like old friends.
One day, two worlds: the beach and the dance floor. That is a Tribe weekend.
