Wednesday, July 04, 2007
of fireworks past (happy independence day!)
It’s been a rainy Fourth of July for us, and our plans are up in the air. Or rather, non-existent. It’s just me, my mom, and my younger sister here. Adrienne spent the morning working at a busy café, and Mom and I have been writing. (Yes, I began the second draft! Over two thousand words, hooray!) Will we all scrape together enough energy to go searching for fireworks? Or make it a movie night? Not sure yet. But it makes me think about what we did other years…
I spent many Fourths of July watching fireworks at a place called Holiday Shores. We would park our car among the rest, and, not daring the mosquitoes in the grass, I perched on the edge of our Dodge’s warm hood, staring up at the sky. Partway into each year’s show, I would shut my eyes against the next several explosions, and then open my eyes as wide as I could, to fully take in the next burst.