Out Like a Light

Independence Day 2009 was rather bluesy. But later, I built a test bonfire with my brother-gathering large stones and feeling like the builders of Stonehenge- and talked with my sister on the phone, and still later, I watched the glorious fireworks from our back porch- exploding all glittery from the shadowy evergreens- and I could feel the bluesiness melting away. Flames are really pretty. I don't think I'm a pyro, but it's just something I noticed today as we watched our fire grow and flicker about in the light evening breeze, and the way the tiny orange sparks flitted brilliantly about for a few feet before going out with a sudden poof! Like a great disappearing act at the micro level. I wish I could suddenly become invisible!