Fourth Of July

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Hot summer sky weighing upon everyone's head gathered in Wesley Bolin Park. Awaiting predicted fireworks display, sitting, watching people find a place to spread their blankets. Listening to singer Patty Lovelace and the Diamond Rio Band from the back edge of the park, at times not able to hear what they were singing. Drinking cool beverages, sitting together, amused by antics of many small children. At long last, nighttime fell upon us, bringing needed darkness to begin the display in the sky above us. Spectacular three-dimensional bursts of color over our heads, filling every particle of memory with everlasting images. Flying high into the atmosphere, reaching down from heaven, touching our souls with many bursts of color. Wonderfully lighting the sky, intermittently trading from sparkle to spiral. Fireworks only live once, that's why they have to cram it all brilliantly into just a few seconds and then they're gone.

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