When that happens, I try to remind myself to look around and enjoy how incredible everything around me is. I love to imagine the histories behind each brick facade, and think about the people who have lived there.
Last Sunday, the 4th, I went to a park along the Hudson and met some friends on a bench looking out over the water. We sat for a while, waiting for the sun to set. A constant tide of people flowed behind us, looking for places to perch and watch the show.
The show was pretty incredible. 25 minutes long, five boats shooting off fireworks over 1000 feet high. Those are just numbers. Something about watching fireworks in New York City seemed unsettling. I was reminded of soldiers in Afghanistan and Iraq, hearing explosions in the distance and knowing that they were being fired at their buddies.
Also, this final image is for Lydia.
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