When I was a kid we lit sparklers and glow-worms that left burn-trails on the sidewalk like tiny meteors that had tried to crawl away. We tied pinwheels to the wooden fence, as instructed, and lit them and watched them spin.Then we went to the marina to see the fireworks and these were very slow and came one at a time and each was only one color and came in only one shape, round. And yet nothing was less magical than today, and the scent was the same, of smoke that had burned nothing that couldn't be replaced next year, a thin, sharp smell with a little bit of the sea mixed into it, the bay sitting under the show, catching it like a mirror under ice cream.

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Comment by Gerry Miller on July 4, 2014 at 1:22pm

Yes! Your beautiful piece brought back terrific memories for this Granny!  Thank you dear Mylene!  


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