Lights.
The crowd was enjoyable. It wasn't over-crowded. Some way it kept me from getting carried away with all the vulnerable emotions. Yes, they are still there, haunting me. It felt good standing there. Countlessly pressing the shutter button of my G12. I just had to ignore the bitterly cold weather. It wasn't that freezing actually. But denim button up on a denim semi-blazer surely wasn't the right attire. My hands were numb. I should have known denim certainly do not keep you warm. In fact, the black shawl that was wrapped around my neck saved the day. Going back to my room after actually leaving my dormitory just for the sake of getting that shawl is absolutely another good decision apart from getting my self a hot white chocolate mocha latte today.
I couldn't afford to ignore another subconscious arbitrary interpretation of mine. Supposing that there was only one light shining, then it wouldn't make it as a pavilion. And if the lights were one color, it would probably be dull. Well, it wouldn't be as appealing as the colorful one I saw. This reminds me of the official national motto of Indonesia, Bhinneka Tunggal Ika which is translated as "Unity in Diversity". Just saying.
