That’s how I feel emotionally.
I sprained my ankle a few weeks ago and I think the constant pain and irritation of having to take care of it is wearing me down. It was interesting to experience “acute” pain as compared to the normal “chronic” pain (for about two days) but now I’ve just had it. I’m taking a personal day tomorrow, and then Friday is a glorious National Holiday and it’s time to get drunk and blow things up like a good American.
I don’t get what makes fireworks so awesome– I understand they’re a metaphor for exploding mortar shells, but the awe they inspire in me is totally separate from the “shock and awe” I would experience on the battlefield. Modern fireworks, with their gentle curtains of falling golden stars, radiant colors, like diamonds released into the night… well, it’s a visual experience on par with that of looking at flowers, or the human body, I think. Beauty in motion– never truly captured in stills–
Here’s a photo I took of the fireworks from the deck of our old place in Eastlake last year:
If I thought I was going to heaven, that might be what I would think it looked like.
I remember the very first fireworks display I saw. My mom actually took me to Gasworks. We didn’t make it to a place where we could sit down in time to see the show… I remember eating popsicles, standing, staring at the beautiful, exciting explosions in the sky, uncomprehending…
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