The Sound of Freedom?

Smokey outside.  Smell of gunpowder.  Fireworks all around us.  I sat on my front porch and watched them for an hour.  Often I had to tip my head backwards to see them as they soared overhead.    There were colorful ones, loud ones, white zippy ones, sizzling ones.   Some set off car alarms.  Casing fell on our street and sidewalk.

We reassured Gilly and after about 30 minutes of all this noise she mostly ignored them, except for the very loud ones.  Sticking close to us, insisting at one point to get under my desk.  There's not a lot of room there even without my legs, but it's where she wanted to be.  

I wonder how many of these backyard pyrotechnicians are putting on the show for children; how many are doing it only for themselves.  Sitting on my front porch, I do believe they are putting it on just for me.   

Happy Explosions to All and to All a Good Night!