Bonfire With Lightsaber

Collected the wean from his granny's place in Wexford this evening. He wanted to come home because he missed me, but far more importantly our JR, Lola, 'her little bony face.'

Before heading back to Dublin we went to see the bonfire his cousins had lit near the woods. Naturally he brought his lightsaber, as did the younger cousin Ron. So it was red vs. green, plastic vs. burning logs, humming vs. crackling, geometry vs. bristly starbursts of sparks.