Mike invited me to a rousing game of bags at the park a couple nights ago. We ended up playing three games, because he beat me badly on the first game, and I won the second (because he was throwing left-handed), so we had to play a tie-breaker (Mike calls it a "rubber match"). By the time we got to the third game, the light was fading, and the sky was turning all kinds of beautiful colors. Mike threw one of his blue bags, and it landed in a heap on the board. I tossed a pink one and it snuggled right up next to his. I thought it was adorably romantic. Mike thought I was weird for taking the picture.