“Daddy, some of these are terrifying. The colors are so beautiful.”
My friend’s daughter lay nearby on a blanket as fireworks flash-banged in the sky above us.
She was right. So many colors filled the sky, and it was breathtaking. I found myself whispering “wow” more times than I could count. I’m not always the most patriotic American, but I will never not love fireworks.
As I lay there in awe, I thought about our proximity to the fireworks. How for safety reasons we can’t be really close and how they are entrusted to trained professionals (most of the time).
Beautiful as they are, fireworks are also dangerous. It wouldn’t take much for a celebration to become a tragedy. Fireworks are fun, but they are explosives to be handled with care.
Beautiful. And dangerous.
Some of the best things are.
Read the rest at Putting on the New, where I post on the 12th of each month.