In his mind, none could describe the festival's beauty. 

Compared to the festival, the beach was a quiet wasteland void of light. The cooled sand, the chilly breeze that lethargically passed through, Kigro's sniffled nose, one would think the beach a terrible place to camp. It saddened him to remember that people thought this way. 

The festival's explosion of sound and life was enjoyable yes, but he preferred comfort over fun. That wasn't to say that Kigro wasn't enjoying [i]any[/i] of the festival. Past the raised terrain sat the carnival in full bloom. The sight of it's warm colors, accompanied by the soft hums of it's people and attractions, made for a beautifully subtle sight. The small bursts of light and sound that flew above it's picture furthered in the sight's excellence. 

It perplexed him, how could people be so mesmerized by the festival when they were so close to it? Not to say the festival wasn't a treat, but why would you squint at a painting when you could step back and see it fully?That was their minds, not his, and he had no problem with the extra space. 

Kigro shifted more into chilled sand as he pulled the blanket to hug his shoulders further. He took a sip of some hot chocolate and rested the steam producing mug on the pillow next to him. Despite him doing this for years now, he could definitely say that this year's festival was for sure the best yet. A few more minutes of watching the fireworks and he reached for his mug. When he found it empty, he reached over to the thermos and poured himself another. The drink puffed up a small poof a smoke in gratification. Kigro let it rest on the sand this time; he was pretty sure that it would melt someone's tongue off if they drank it currently. 

His head lowered and his grin widened as another light slithered in the air and popped.