We’re in a sea of crimson. From the silk áo dàis threaded with gold, to paper envelopes that flicker from one person’s hand into another’s pocket, we swim in vibrance. And though everyone is in their best clothing, we’re loud, we’re jovial. There’s no formality today — only a sense of ballooning joy, the moment before a deep exhale. It’s Tết, Vietnamese New Year, and we’ve found our way to each other.