Do you remember your first time? Possibly it was lying on a blanket in the middle of a park, or maybe sitting in the bleachers of a baseball stadium.
Wherever it was, whenever it was, it is always hard to forget the very first time we stared up into the night sky and watched the stars explode in all the vibrant colors of the rainbow, accompanied by a heavenly orchestra of thunder cracks, booming baritones, staccato-y poppings and high-noted trills.
If you were close enough, the breeze would pull the acrid blanket of smoke over you. It was never bothersome, but always added another dimension to the whole experience of the senses.
Was there ever a better moment in your whole year? And didn’t it always end too soon?
Fireworks are the epitomy of celebration, an ultimate expression of joy, and there is nothing like getting lost in those moments to bring back simple childlike wonder.
Happy Canada Day and Happy 4th of July. May we all have a reason to rediscover simple pleasures.
I saw my first fireworks at the local exhibition when I was seven. It was the last night and they had this awsome fireworks show . Ever since I’v enjoyed watching fireworks. It’s amazing the colors, shapes and sounds from a mixture of gunpowder and other chemicals. I look forward to July 1st so I can see them again.
Hello familial person.
I read up once on the various chemicals and structural elements required to make the colors, sounds and patterns of fireworks. It is remarkably intricate. You’re right, chemical reactions are brilliant!
It IS unfortunate that fireworks happen so rarely. Americans really have the right of it — they can kick off fireworks on their own. We sadly have to wait for other people to get a good idea here. Doesn’t ever seem fair.
Of course, Darwin’s Theory kicks off a few Americans every year around this time as well, so perhaps it equals out.
Glad you’re here. XOXO