PDA Or Public Displays of Awesomeness

It’s been years since I’ve seen fireworks. While out walking the dogs, my husband and I heard the usual pop pop pop and crackle of illegal fireworks. Or at least, we assumed they were illegal, since we could hear them too well for them to be any of the legal local firework displays. 

We got back inside and we heard them again. I looked out my office window. A beautiful spray of color erupted through the air. Fireworks! I raised the blinds and stood for a while, watching each bloom of red, green, white, yellow, blue, purple and orange fill the night sky. 

We figured out we must be far enough south that we were able to see one of the legal displays.  What’s better than looking out your window and seeing a fireworks display? No crowds, no sweat, no traffic.

I’ve forgotten how much I love fireworks.