Last night we took in a little more jaaaazz. Only this time with fireworks.
And that's the way I like it.
There is something about fireworks. As though sitting there in the dark, blinded by the brightness of the flashing lights, deafened by the sheer volume of the blast, you can be transported to childhood. Maturity is lost as your heart beats fast. You cover your ears and jump at the first "boom" of explosion. Although the adult in you knows you are safe, there, in the back of your mind creeps the thought, "they're so close... could they reach me?" You ooooooh. You aaaaaaaah. You whoooop. You shout out at the sparkling sky. Because there, in the dark, you are a child. And even though you may not realize it, you can't stop smiling.