July 4th Eve
street swept clean and flags well hung
slice of moon
All’s quiet waiting for the fireworks to begin. The stage is set: streets swept clean, flags well hung, a place for everything and everything in its place—sweet anticipation.
Ever since I was a kid I loved fireworks—the flash and sparkle, the bang and the boom of it all filling my eyes and ears and heart. After all these years, now that I am old, I still feel the same. I suppose some things don’t ever change, I guess I’m still a kid at heart.
