They are there still, following the spiral staircase up & up, all the way up, and each day they are different - the plants behind them change colors, the sky is different, the trees have new leaves, and the lights are ever changing against these new backdrops. It is almost as if they have inhaled a giant breath and come alive, but of course they were alive all the time - it is just their new springtime outfits that make them seem so different.
We have new neighbors on this side of the house, new neighbors who are renovating and hammering and tearing out walls, and they are there into the night, all windows open, facing Katie's blue lights, and I wonder what they think, but truly, I care not. It was an inspired moment - that moment when Katie decided to leave the lights up. When she is not yet home, I turn the lights on so they will greet her as she comes down the street. It is my way of saying thank you for this gift, for this wonderfulness of watching these lights against the springtime sky. It is my way of saying how wonderful they were against the white pear tree blossoms while the blossoms were still on the tree, and how beautifully blue the fallen blossoms were at night. Now the wisteria is behind them as I round the corner, lavender drops framing the blue, and the redbud tree's magenta blooms. When I stop below the stairs, the sky is the background- blue/white in this image, but the summertime will bring a deeper blue sky, and sunsets later in the evening, and fireflies.
These lights are a celebration.
Blue loops of happiness,
like the flight of drunken birds
traced against the sky.