If there’s one thing I love about winter more than anything, it’s festive lights.
I remember years ago spending the holidays with a friend at their central London flat. As evening came, I walked alone among the Oxford Street and Regent Street lights. The roads were eerily quiet. The bustling city took a breath, just for a day, and turned into a light-drenched playground of the imagination.
I’m always sad to see public displays being taken down in early January. After the festivity of December, the new year can feel bleak. So I’m going to enjoy the lights while I can, following them wherever they lead me.
Here in Utrecht last year I noticed some of the Christmas lights were still up well into January/February -- it makes such a difference!