Dr P.
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Stepping into Pukekura Park for the TSB Festival of Lights isn’t just attending an event; it feels like walking into a waking dream. The magic hits you first not through the visuals, but the vibe—a collective, hushed awe shared by thousands of strangers.
Crossing the Poet’s Bridge, I found myself pausing just to watch the reflection shimmer in the main lake, a mirror world of neon purples and electric greens. It’s mesmerizing. But the real heartbeat of the festival is the people. I watched a grandfather lift a little girl onto his shoulders so she could reach out toward a hanging lantern, her face illuminated with pure, unfiltered wonder. That quiet moment of connection stuck with me more than the technology.
Navigating the fernery feels like exploring an alien planet, the familiar native bush painted in light. Later, sprawled on the grass by the Hatchery Lawn, listening to live music with the smell of food truck spices drifting in the cool night air, you feel a deep sense of belonging. It’s a summer ritual that reminds you how beautiful simple, shared joy can be.