something about this just makes me feel old.
i find that the audience at any given fireworks display spends most of their time wondering if the current salvo is "the one"-- the finale, the big moment everyone expects. then they're usually disappointed, as we were tonight. these are more from the early part of the show, and are not particularly good pictures:
there was this pretty sweet fireworks setup in pelham that they used to have back when i was younger. there was a playground near this open field where all of the children would play together until it got dark, then we'd join our families on that big open field, the sky soon to be full of coloured fantastical lights. everyone brought blankets, just lying down, no obstructions to block it out. they had a bonfire afterwards, and one year they were giving away several nintendo 64 systems. i filled out the little card with all that confidence of a child, the self-centerdness, sure i'd win like there was no chance of anyone else taking that from me: it was already mine, don't you understand? there was a big white house off to the edge of the field-- we used to watch the reflections of the bonfire in the windows of that house, thought we saw the face of satan, wavelike, dancing like the tongues of flame. never won anything, never really believed that's what we were seeing.
there was this pretty sweet fireworks setup in pelham that they used to have back when i was younger. there was a playground near this open field where all of the children would play together until it got dark, then we'd join our families on that big open field, the sky soon to be full of coloured fantastical lights. everyone brought blankets, just lying down, no obstructions to block it out. they had a bonfire afterwards, and one year they were giving away several nintendo 64 systems. i filled out the little card with all that confidence of a child, the self-centerdness, sure i'd win like there was no chance of anyone else taking that from me: it was already mine, don't you understand? there was a big white house off to the edge of the field-- we used to watch the reflections of the bonfire in the windows of that house, thought we saw the face of satan, wavelike, dancing like the tongues of flame. never won anything, never really believed that's what we were seeing.
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