I did silently thank them for watching over me though. I wonder if that's weird or inconsistent, but the amazingness of my life has to have come from somewhere, right? Hmm.
Anyway, I gots photos.
That's my lantern on the left, with the sunset sketch for the grandparents, and a pair of sunglasses for Ray Charles. On the right is
The lanterns tended to clump up, as the wind was shifting directions in its gentle push. It was a pretty good night for it, by the weather's reckoning, anyway.
Some flowers by the side of the pond, with the lanterns in the background. I actually took one photo with the flash, and one without, and put them together digitally.
Afterwards, the drive home was fun too; low on gas, getting lost in JP, ending up getting on 93 down by the Blue Hills... Twice there I recognized where we were from some odd sense of familiarity ("If we see a bowling alley up here on the right, we're where I think we are, and we're going the wrong way"). To Davis, to Diesel, to sitting and sipping among the statuary, and then home well past my bedtime.
All-in-all, a fun way to turn a day great.