July 4th found me taking my friend and his kids to the local highschool (the one he and I went to.) We sat in folding chairs and I played frisbee with his 7 year old while he watched the 5 month old. After last year we knew that the older of the two would enjoy the show but we didn't know how the young one would take the noise.

He stared in awe, in the purest sense of the word, out of his brand new eyes and up into the blazing lights of a joyous event. For a few moments we all forgot the rent we just paid and the bills on the way. We forgot that the world is not a bright and shining place in the moral and economic spheres. What we did was admire explosive artistry and see it anew by seeing it with them, the kids, the future.

Fireworks are a joyous thing.

Will.