Misty Eyed
Last night around 10:00, I heard a loud thunder-like sound outside. I dismissed it as a large truck and went on watching The Terminator. Hey I've never seen it before, and I was cherishing a night in alone. A few seconds later I heard it again. And again. So I thought, either we're being attacked and those are cannons, or more likely, it's FIREWORKS!!!!! I raced to my roof deck in my pjs in record time, and was able to enjoy over 10 minutes of glowing eye candy. If you know me, you already know fireworks are my favorite thing EVER. Anything that glows really, but fireworks are nostalgic and captivating. The last thing that my family did together, my mom, dad, siblings and me, was celebrate the 4th of July. That was back in 1988. The next day my dad left for Korea for 3 years, and my parents were divorced by the time he came back. I remember my sister describing each blast as if she were a correspondent for the blind "Oh, a greeeeeen one", "Ooooo now a BIG bluuuuuue one". My parents were lovey dovey because my dad was going to be leaving the next day. It was warm and humid, and I grinned with every burst of color.
I love the unexpected.