Monday night after Folk Fest... I have the post Folk Fest blues. I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be living in the city that hosts the best Folk Music Festival in Canada. This weekend, all my memories came back to me... and it was shared with my best friends and my most amazing boyfriend. At the top of the hill, we are a part of a colourful quilt of tarps and festival chairs, scattered side by side in no particular order. At the bottom of the hill, I catch the overwhelming beauty and mass of that colourful quilt. It is unique, it is organic, it is special. When the sun begins to set, the candles light up, one by one, like the stars coming out for the night. This sea of candles is an image that I hope to see again and again, every single year to come. Thank you, Edmonton Folk Music Festival.
