Dad always liked this day. He was a WWII vet and he saw something else when he looked up in the evening sky.
Quite different than what I saw.
Mrs. and I grew up only a couple miles apart although we didn't know each other.
We figured out that we both went to the same shopping center parking lot to watch fireworks on the 4th of July. I probably saw her and thought she was a pretty little girl, setting in place unknown forces that led to this life long drama we act out each day.
Time feels like a cocoon
We wrap ourselves and imagine another time
Free of constraints
and full of wonder
dad saw something else in the fireworks
the risk he and the others of his time took
we stood there enraptured
by the beauty and the pomp and ceremony
and he remembered the smoke and fire
the screams and the death
to keep the peace
and the independence
we felt in our marrow
like a birth right
safe in our cocoons.