The magic of the season
We emerged from the drab grey concrete of the underground parking garage into a scene of such beauty that we all gasped.
A few friends had driven to Béziers to see that city’s holiday light show and Christmas market, followed by a yummy dinner at a nearby restaurant. The first thing we saw was the musical fountains, which had us clapping our hands in delight. The fountains were choreographed—both with the movement of the water and with changing colors—to dance along with the Christmas music that was being broadcast on loudspeakers.
A bonus was that we were two days from the full moon, which added to the magic of the evening.
After a few mesmerizing minutes, we walked past the fountains and into the wonderland of lights, done mostly in a fairy tale theme with an overlay of silver and gold.
Our faces were lit up like children on, well, Christmas morning. We didn’t know where to look next, as we alternated between squeals of delight and quiet stares of pure enchantment.
I’m writing this post on the Winter Solstice (Northern Hemisphere), 21 December. I thought that as long as I’m already a little late with my post, I’d wait until noon so that I could include a shadow photo. I like making photos of my shadow, and today is special. At noon on the Winter Solstice, your shadow is the longest it will be all year.