Seeing Pretty Lights is an experience in and of itself. This day was turning into a disaster: my sandals broke, it was pouring rain, we didn't have ponchos, umbrellas, anything. But we would not leave before Pretty Lights. The lights glimmered like diamonds falling from the sky and the beats served as synthetic thunder, vibrating off the ground and through my body. With my feet sinking into the sludge, I kept moving, dancing (not that you could stand still anyway). We walked away soaked and slightly dazed. Right then was the best moment we've ever known.

by: Katie K