Yesterday was July 4th. Independence Day! The most celebrated day in the American Calendar.
Unfortunately, most of my neighbors take the concept of the rockets red glare just a bit too far. The thunder of the battlefield began in earnest about 2 hours prior to sunset and continued well beyond midnight. Many good Benjamins were slain for the sake of a small glow and a big bang.
Talk about instant gratification, or money going up in smoke.
It is the bang I have a problem with. I have trouble enjoying the subtleties of sound produced by small cascades such as the one pictured above. I truly object to the constant crash we are subjected to for the sake of a small fizzle.
Liddy is not a great fan either. She lay between June and I all evening, shaking constantly. Not at all an enjoyable moment.
I would much rather enjoy a choreographed display set to music. One I can enjoy from a distance. One where bursting starburst dances with the crescendo of some classic by Handel. I don’t hear the subtleties of that either, but like the brook cascading over the bank, I can enjoy the quiet moments.