Speaking of Those Unrealistic Expectations
You know beginning each season there are going to be these nights. The quiet nights. They are the nights we aren't going to be overwhelmed by anything more than a very pale green or white to our eyes in very little movement. But one of my favourite thing is still hearing these nights belong loved on for their gentle beauty, even by the same guests, and family, who 24 and 48 hours earlier watching ribbons of colour whip across the sky faster than you can comfortably turn your head to keep track of.