Night-time. Pretty Lights.

The photo is nice and blurry to hide the identities of those who attended our birthday soiree tonight. Most are in some form of witness protection.

But the lights were nice. This is on our patio, looking into the back of the house.

And actually, by this hour in the evening, the birthday boy was almost certainly seeing things exactly this way. He indulged in a lotta wine. He's allowed. I gave him aspirin and sent him to bed. I'm going to write things on his face with a Sharpie now.