The subjects have been sitting suspiciously quietly rearranging lighting. They are exceptionally earnest in focus, almost catlike I would say. They shift the physical beams of lights through filters and focuses and if it is an image taking device, it is a kind I have not been briefed on. The flashes and beams are atypically ongoing.

Why they desire lighting when the stars are perfect gazing and the energies of the night can creep speed into the marrow and give a spirited run to the feet I can’t begin to imagine.

It isn’t their usual procedure. Perhaps there is another holiday? No, checking the references I have the closest match is Divali which won’t fall for another moon yet. There is a granparents day tomorrow but I see no remark made to lighting. Perhaps it is incidental. I’ll chase the new belled ball and see how time unravels the ball of string.