There's something about a late night that casts things in a different light, both literally and figuratively. The serene calm, a half asleep brain, darkness, who knows. I grabbed the Evil Bunny TB, FTF certificate and left some Morden post cards I grabbed this weekend from my dad. While I was repacking the cache, I looked back over the pond, there is always something beautiful about lights reflecting off still water. And as a I returned to the car I noticed the neighbor with the giant (50') illuminated cross in his back yard.