fireworks
Nathan and I were driving back from Union City on the night of the 4th when I noticed fireworks out over the water, partially obscured by fog.
The sky was a dark, steely grey, the fog stirred up into clumps and tendrils by a strong wind. The bay was black and nothing was visible on the horizon--no boats, no bridges, no spectators, just darkness. Every time a firework ignited, the fog hiding it lit up and the sparks rained slowly down from the clouds.
The whole thing invoked an otherworldly sort of awe, as though I were watching not a fireworks show but the sweetest and most beautiful Armageddon.
The sky was a dark, steely grey, the fog stirred up into clumps and tendrils by a strong wind. The bay was black and nothing was visible on the horizon--no boats, no bridges, no spectators, just darkness. Every time a firework ignited, the fog hiding it lit up and the sparks rained slowly down from the clouds.
The whole thing invoked an otherworldly sort of awe, as though I were watching not a fireworks show but the sweetest and most beautiful Armageddon.