A Bedtime Spectacular

At the uttermost end of sunset, the duskiest of dusk,

I glance out the kitchen window, where I usually

spy on birds during the day, and notice

flashes of random lights traveling

short distances up, down, over, sideways, onward, back,

circular, flickering, flashing, flitting, all appearing like 3-D

window reflections of car lights, or Christmas lights, or airport lights,

fooling the eye a bit. I stop glancing and gaze with unashamed

delight at the field full of lights everywhere, close, far, over there, or there, oh here…

“Sweetie! Come look!” I say breathlessly, afraid to scare the lights off.

Against the faint bluish glow of day, we attend a

spectacular laser light performance

for free.