On most July 4th nights since I was about 16, I'm either asleep from the combination of sun and alcohol, or I'm at a public fireworks (most likely in Bethlehem, PA). This year, I was neither. I was hanging out in the yard, taking it all in. The smell of fireworks. The sound of fireworks. The actual view of some fireworks, as well. It was a really beautiful night, and after a day of eating and hanging out with the family, the peacefulness was quite liberating. The world is a loud and jarring place most days, particularly when you spend as much time in the cities as I do these days, but at least for a night, the weather was beautiful, and the fireworks were fairly peaceful- at least for me, if not my dogs inside the house.
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