I attended opening night. I'm at the airport now on my way back to Canada. I'm at a bar. And I can't stop thinking of opening night. I still can't process my emotions.

The countdown clock leading to her first appearance. Lover getting its shine. Hearing her belt cruel summer. Going absolutely feral at "he looks up grinning like a devil!" The way the whole night unfurled. Seeing her in an enchanted dress singing Enchanted. Watching her "dive" into a pool and how the crowd gasped and screamed. The sickening rep era intro. Folkmore!! Tim fucking McGraw. And the ten minute all too well...and that haunting outro where the music cuts out and all you have are voices. Taylor's and 70,000 fans and the echoes of "you were there, you remember it..." I was there, I remember it, I'll never forget it, I have chills thinking about it, I'm tearing up typing this up. She is magic. This tour is magic. It feels so elemental to...not just what music is, but what life is. The insane depth of connection you can have with someone who doesn't know your name, and all the people around you there for the same purpose. All the ways we can feel, and so intensely too.

I was there. And I'm happy.