IT is IT is IT is IT.
I can't wait for IT in Colorado.
Hell, I can't wait for IT when I get home from work and crank up the "Twist" from Cinci or that "Lizards" encore at Star Lake that had me dancing around security guards shouting "the trick was to surrender to the flow" to the big ol' dude in a yellow colored shirt trying to get me out of the aisle with a bunch of strangers who were feeling IT just like I was.
The next night at Blossom, I was feeling IT, but way less than the first two nights. But, IT found me when I was leaving the music center, humming "Walk Away" either in my head or outloud because post show it's hard to tell, and ran into one of those strangers from the night before who helped give some some sound advice about eternal joy and never ending splendor to a security guard. He smiled, we hugged, we walked up Blossom's hill, he said he walked past our row during the second set but found his way to the pit, and we said our goodbyes. 'See ya next time', Dane with-no-last-name said.

And something (I think it was IT) told me we would.