Lights in the sky

We ran into friends downtown while looking for a bite to eat. On the evening of July 4th, open restaurants are hard to find. I suppose running into friends with such few choices isn't too odd. Yet, I find the longer I live in NJ, the smaller my world gets. We enjoyed middle eastern food and then ice cream for dessert. The sky was beautifully blue, almost colonial blue - appropriate for the day.

At home, I enjoyed a moment of silence before retiring. Yet the silence was surrounded by the sounds of three different fireworks celebrations. Booms and pops from the northeast, the southeast and due west came rumbling to my solace with the occasional exclamatory "zzzz." The lights that accompanied the fireworks were provided by the fireflies, dancing with one another before my eyes. I had a perfect, front row seat for the daily display of God's homemade fireworks. The only applause they know comes from those of us who stop long enough to notice their dancing.