Friday, July 4th we flew to St. Louis. Our plane began its descent about 9:15, just after sundown, when everyone set off their fireworks. We saw pockets of fireworks all over the city. They poofed apart in little confetti bursts for forty minutes before we landed. No crowds, no traffic, just quiet firework bellies and a smooth, smooth landing. Wonderful.
I ski, teach, parent, write, read, swim, adventure. I get lost in my own mind, chewing on words and images. Sometimes something good comes out.
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