Saturday evening I walked again along the Willamette River,
but this time alone and in twilight and darkness.
The trees were filled with these poofs and twinkled as the
It was the Winter Festival of Lights.
The children played.
Many adults donned light all around.
There were sculptures in light and color.
As the lights played through the hanging display,
the children laughed and danced.
My favorite sight was of the city and the paddle boat all lite up in festive array.
There were lights above.
There was a field of bunnies to delight.
And I walked down the dark, lite pathway along the river at night.
Walks take place even in Winter and in Darkness,
but we are always searching for the light.