This was one of the most touching things I have ever been a part of. Every year in celebration of the Buddahs birthday, the Korean people come together into the streets for a Festival of light and colour and new beginnings. The people walking through the streets were dressed in beautiful shades of peach and lilac and lots of floating layers to symbolise the petals of the flowers. And in their arms they carried beautiful hand made lanterns, in the shapes of hearts and buds and Lilly pads.
The performances were immaculate, the dancers perfectly in time, and the glowing lights in their hands illuminating every movement, every subtle motion in the darkness. Each dance told its own story, and at the end of the festival, they opened up the barriers we had stood behind. Everyone merged into a crowd in the middle if the street, people of all races, genders and colours combining to dance along to the music. It didn't matter that we were from all over the world and didn't speak the same languages, for in this second, we were all part of each others lives, a single shared moment in the spaces between us.
