watch the sky burn
I miss the fireworks.
During my pre-teen and teenage years, every fourth of July we'd go to this little fair in Pekin. It was a small, country, makeshift fair that was only up for a day or two. My family and I would just wander around to look at the booths set up across the ground. It always felt magical because we'd walk around the fair close to dusk. After it got dark we'd all go to sit on a hill away from the fairgrounds to watch the fireworks. They'd illuminate the night sky with an otherworldly light, like stars that can be seen but not touched. It was always thrilling to watch them shoot across the sky and pop into showers of color. There's something almost mystical about fireworks. I wish I could capture it with words.
I haven't watched fireworks for years. We don't even celebrate the fourth anymore, it's just another day. All I miss are the fireworks.
During my pre-teen and teenage years, every fourth of July we'd go to this little fair in Pekin. It was a small, country, makeshift fair that was only up for a day or two. My family and I would just wander around to look at the booths set up across the ground. It always felt magical because we'd walk around the fair close to dusk. After it got dark we'd all go to sit on a hill away from the fairgrounds to watch the fireworks. They'd illuminate the night sky with an otherworldly light, like stars that can be seen but not touched. It was always thrilling to watch them shoot across the sky and pop into showers of color. There's something almost mystical about fireworks. I wish I could capture it with words.
I haven't watched fireworks for years. We don't even celebrate the fourth anymore, it's just another day. All I miss are the fireworks.