Like the interactive art of Nuit Blanche that connected neighbourhoods across Toronto, my stories from last night required a full range of movement. Over coffee and poached eggs, my parents learned about "this guy that was on the tallest unicycle ever! I don't even know how he got up there, let alone juggle three blazing torches" and the refurbished office building with "a wading pool spanning (hmm I'd say) the entire length of the lobby. There were logs floating freely, I tried to walk on one - quickly thought better of it when I nearly dunked. I would have been pissed if I got wet, it was freaking freezing out. Oh yeah, they also provided us with umbrellas!" In between stories and bites of breakie, I came to realization that the work of art that resonated with me the most was the splash of colour that wiped across the downtown core. Every age and every colour was represented at Nuit. Last night was about Toronto and celebrating contemporary artists and embracing how we are different. United by our shared passion for beautiful and interesting things, our minds were left bursting with wonder, our bodies warmed by the spirit of Toronto.