One of those few things is fireworks.
And last Saturday it just so happened that God and man collaborated to brighten the sky.
Most of the guests at the Volpato's 4th of July party ran for cover.
I couldn't follow them inside. Although the earth rumbled, I was stuck. Glued to the ground. Looking up.
Claire rested on my hip.
We watched until we were drenched.
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