I was so smitten with jude’s pieced window that I adapted it for use with fireworks, and stuck it to a postcard. The fireworks are anticipatory – we don’t get them til 6:15 tonight – but I remember what they were like from before.
I love fireworks. I, who startle easily and hate loud noises, revel in the bang and boom. I, who flinch at blinking lights of the season, adore the sparkle and pop. It think it may be my favorite part of the night.
Happy New Year, everyone: old friends (you know who you are), new friends, new readers, mom.