I always forget how much I love fireworks until the hours leading up to them, but they're pretty much the greatest thing in the world. We threw a party and put it on the internet like total nerds, but as usual all the best parts are missing. And then I walked home through streets filled with merriment and alcohol and the husks of firecrackers, in an evening warm enough to not really need my jacket.
This is the best part of all of this--all the magic to be found in our skies.
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