I went to see the fireworks last night over the East river, alongside thousands of others on the FDR. It is true what they say; you never feel more alone than when surrounded by an ocean of people in New York City. The lights that glittered in the sky and the booms that accompanied them silenced the crowds, such that each of us became surrounded by walls of explosions, and we were held in seperate rooms of reflection. I drew deeper and deeper into myself as the kaleidoscopic display of red and blue and yellow embers lit and fell, until there was nothing left but me. And as I stood there alone over the highway, my thoughts turned to you, and I wondered if you too were looking up into the same smoky night , if I would be able to turn my head and catch a glimpes of you standing somewhere in the now empty lot, your face glowing and bright like a reflection of the moon on the open seas. You would've loved it there. All I could think of as I stood there watching shapes sprout from the darkness was, we would've loved it together.
Happy fourth of July, sweetie.
Thinking of you,
C.
Posted by anonymous at July 5, 2006 6:09 AM