 "You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night like the Fourth of July." --Katy Perry
Every available blade of grass was occupied by a sea of sticky, warm bodies as the twinkle of stars began to appear on the darkening sky. Twilight had arrived and it was almost time. Laughter bounced from blanket to lawn chair, as anticipation grew palpable on the breeze. When the first thundering crash vibrated through the air, a hush fell, all awaiting what quickly followed, the showering splash of dotted colors that twinkled and sparkled overhead. Between the pops and bangs, if you listened close you could hear patriotic music accompanying the light show from somewhere off in the distance. The crowd was held captive by fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of magical bursts. In the end, the on-lookers didn't care that they'd waited for hours for the show, were not concerned by the snarl of traffic to get home, because for that brief time during the fireworks display, the simple beauty dancing across the night sky held everything else at bay--work and worries, hardships and angst, all suspended to enjoy the moment. *Image from sf.funcheap.com.
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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