Arms, like leaves straining to seek the warmth of the summer sky, moved in rhythm with the sounds circulating in the sweet smelling air.

The gyrating stem of the body, swayed back and forth, then side by side, occasionally bouncing wildly with the percussive thumping that reverberated throughout the cavernous surroundings.

On top were long petals flowing freely and with frenzy, as if a strong wind directed their movements with each changing rhythmic whim.

No need for rain, since covered in glistening, watery droplets, it sought the blazing sun as it seemed to worship some primeval god in ritualistic splendor.

An enticing mixture of sights, sounds, and smells overwhelmed the senses with the pulsating, tribal-like sounds dominating the receptive capabilities of those standing, row on row, in this meadow of euphoric adulation.

I had gone as far as space and the accommodating crowd allowed, so I planted myself to view what some might consider a freak of nature, while others, certainly the assembled masses, considered a wonder.

The date was July 24, 1973, the site was Three Rivers Stadium and I, along with 40,000 others, looked on in amazed satisfaction as we soaked in this spectacle of summer.  Robert Plant, lead vocal of the seminal super group of the 70s, Led Zeppelin, stood in front of us, sowing his seeds of rock n’ roll.