Darkness.

Darkness..

Darkness…

The cool evening sky seems so endless and so vast. The anticipated murmur below is all that breaks through this silence, this darkness.

There is a small light, as insignificant, as minimal, as a single birthday candle on top of a cake. The murmur dies down to a brief whisper. A whisper of hushing. All that is heard is the sorrowful song of the summer grasshopper in the distance. All that is seen is the single flame of hope and expectation in the darkness.

A brief sizzling sound intrudes the sweet melody of that evening song. The flame licks its way up the cords eagerly as a lover to the base. The death of the flame is brief as it enters. A take off. Faster than an angry hand of an aggressor.

The vast night is penetrated deeper, deeper and deeper still. The sky opens to this foreign, yet familiar, intruder as a virgin who opens her legs willingly. A burst of light breaks through and cascades down onto the faces of the beholders in frightening shades of blood red.

A loud crack, a boom, like a bullet leaving a gun explodes through the silence. A brief squeal of the next before a star of royal blue is born next. Again and again these colors change onto the faces below. Yellows, greens, violets and oranges again and again in a diligent spiral.

A climax. So beautiful and luxurious display of all merging colors of the bursting sky flowers. Grins of excitement fill the ground below this chorus of delicious lights. A final shocking bang of the final rocket punches the sky before silence.

All that remains is the hazy smoke, the heavy empty air and the expected cheer of the crowd for these sky bombs.