The Sacramento Festival of Lights was in it’s sixth season. The nights were held with a beautiful ambiance encompassing as many cultures and holidays as it could. Despite it’s main features of trees, there were still many other wonders to take in. The light displays outside the museum, the rotating choirs of schools and other local groups in town. Music that was festive and sometimes easy to sing along. Some displays were inside the museum and pavilion, while others were outside in the grassy park surrounding the buildings.
The lights were bright as they circled around this section of midtown. The weather tonight was fair and the sky was clear. Yet despite the bright lights, the darkness of the upcoming winter was setting upon the city. It was easy to find darkened corners and still observe the splendor of the evening. The surrounding area was all aglow with the decorum and vendors. There were holiday treats and ethnic foods and traditional drinks, minus the alcohol that complimented the fun event. It was open to all while families and children were welcomed at this beautiful celebration of light.
L’aire had arrived with Perry diCarto . She was feeling a little more festive than previous years. Even though the holidays were always a dreary reminder of what was missing in past years. As the Dancer had traveled over the years, she always found the appeal in how each city celebrated the holidays.
“Wow, I don’t think they missed a holiday or any type of genre.” The Winter’s violet eyes peered toward the trees and buildings as they pulled up. The Fairest Dancer was wearing dark jeans and a black blouse beneath a light brown coat that evening. Something simple, but very form fitting as it was.
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