Explosions in the Sky

We watched as our fireworks, hastily purchased on a credit card already saddled with debt, lit up the night sky. Waves crashed against the rocks while we gazed up at every explosion, sitting on the playground. 10 or 15 strong, we lit one after another, friends of old and friends of new. The air was chilly but we stood close, arms wrapped around shoulders and backs.

When it was over, we departed and found ourselves sitting around drinks and food. Laughing and joking, we told stories of high school antics and adventures. We remembered good times and bad, talked shit and made connections. Time stopped. We talked until night turned into morning and we realized that, in no time at all each one of us would have to wake up and begin a new day. We said our goodbyes, hugged, and drove away. And I realized, as traffic flowed around me and the city began its slumber, that I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening.