In the village through which they passed there were red lights and a cheerful smell of smoke.
She spent a grueling hour putting up the string of red lights in the kitchen and stepped back to admire her work.
She looked in the direction where orange and red lights had bloomed earlier.
The room was never fully illuminated by the red lights embedded in the ceiling.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
I immediately knew where I was; on the carousel because I was spinning slowly around while blue and red lights revolved around the room.