Fireworks

I live in a small town. I grew up in a very small town but this is different; there, the small was spread out so there wasn’t much continuity of town, if that makes an ounce of sense. Here, it is truly a town, with all the usual townishness and only a couple stop lights.

This weekend each year, the fair comes to town. And this is A Big Deal. It may sound like I’m being sarcastic or joking around but it really is. It’s the only thing that really happens to bring the community together all year.

While I’ve never gone to the fair itself, I make it a point to never miss the Friday night fireworks. To me, since I’ve lived here, the fireworks signify the true start of summer.

For a few years when I first moved here, I’d have friends over. We’d grill and then sit in my driveway and watch the fireworks.

Then one year, the trees grew.

The past couple years, I’ve traveled closer to the fair with friends to watch. The location changed; the friends changed.

The trees kept growing.

I have been feeling out of sorts lately; I have shied away from the blog because I wasn’t happy with the direction I felt it was going. But really, there is probably more to it than that. As I chose my word for the year (or perhaps it chose me), I felt as though the universe would open and all would be revealed. Instead, my search for purpose seems derailed or maybe just switched to another track.

Or maybe I just can’t see the fireworks for the trees right now.

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