Fire in the Sky

I have to confess that I'm a fireworks junkie. I love looking at bright lights in the sky. I do realize that by confessing such childish notions it allows some to think of me as less than sophisticated, but I do not care. The first time I saw Boston's fourth of July display I was hooked. Maybe the contrast between the magnificent show of pomp with loud booms, huge bursts of light in the sky,the myriad of colors; compared to the flimsy green, yellow, and red dot fireworks I remembered from St. Peterberg, put such a spell on me. However, to be honest no matter how small the fireworks I cannot tear myself away. There is so much that fireworks embody: power, technology, creativity, celebration, danger, majesty, community....there is so much that lights in the sky mean to me. As I write this down, it feels a bit trite to be talking about fireworks in such detail but experiencing them this year made me really happy.
My hometown is known for a really amazing displays, usually out doing even Boston. This year theta were less impressive than in the past. Usually, the have a few false endings but this year I think something didn't work out because the end wasn't as thrilling as I remembered. In fact I had to be told several times that indeed the fireworks were over, before I begrudging started walking towards the car.
The Boston fireworks were great, the highlight of the display were the "popping" fireworks (the kind that kept appearing and disappearing) and the "golden tree" fireworks which lighted up the whole Charles River and stayed in the air for a good thirty seconds.