Things I can't photograph.
With the warming of the season comes the frequent bursts of fireworks I had almost forgotten about during the winter. A blast that sounds like it's right in my kitchen causes me to nearly drop a cup of hot noodles. But I hobble over to the window and am treated to a front row view of explosive color. I'm not sure what the fireworks are for. I just know they happen several times a night, sometimes muted and unseen tucked away in the mountains, sometimes erupting from the lot next door. Doesn't watching fireworks just wipe your mind blank? When they're over, sometimes the smoke of the barbecued lights drifts in through the window and I can smell them. If I stand quietly at that moment, the sound of car alarms and barking dogs also drifts in. 

Well I can think of worse things to wake up to in the middle of the night. :)


This is true, Jessica! Luckily, it doesn't happen in the middle of the night. That would be a little less charming.


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