I love fireworks. I love Independence Day. Every year I read the Declaration of Independence, including the names of every man who signed it, and I reflect on how many of them died, how many were left destitute, how many sacrificed everything they had. It was a turning point in human history. In the evening I go to the fireworks show and I enjoy every moment. The bangs that don’t just hit your ears, but vibrate right through your chest. Colors and light shimmering and shining. The smell of the powder if you’re close enough to the launch site. The finale that bursts into a riot of sound and light at the final send off. I LOVE IT! If loving fireworks is wrong, I don’t want to be right!
February 26, 2016