I feasted my eyes on exactly one firework, a sparkler of some kind, released on some faraway hill-top that we could see from our living room through the glass sliding doors that open onto the balcony. It looked like the glittering, stylized image of a palm tree, and then it looked like nothing.

That was while we were watching a movie, which was okay ( Read more... )

that there is no better way to dream, sleepless, than to the sound of fireworks.

Happy Independence Day, for those of you who dwell in my nation too. Even the ones reading this on July 5th. :)