Very intoxicated, walking around my backyard at night. Ambient light from the sky and the moon along with some small hanging lights in the trees lend it a magical quality. It's summer and many of the plants are blooming. It's a like a tiny jungle garden surrounded by our cement walls and lined with shrubs and bushes. Birds have made a nest in the porch rafters and they are chirping. Everything is perfect and nothing should ever change. But it is always in motion, as the seasons progress one to the next and this is just an instant that will be subtly different the next time I come out here. So this moment of perfection is also unique and will never be seen again.