curving back on white
plumes, green smoke spiraling down
over the night lake
One of the first fireworks to go off looks like a question mark rising over the dark line of trees along the east side of Pleasant Lake. But what is the question?
Independence Day falls on a Saturday this year, so fireworks in Fairfield are happening on the actual Fourth of July. Some years the event is moved to a different date, to suit work schedules, I guess. I don't think the city planners feel like John Adams, who refused for the rest of his life to attend celebrations on the 4th, because the Declaration of Independence was signed on the 2nd of July, though it was adopted on the 4th.
Last year the show was rained out, so this year we are getting a double dose, some with colors I've never seen before -- turquoise, lavender, orange.
We find space on the grass in a clearing on the north end of the lake, in the midst of a small gathering of like-minded people avoiding the crowded beach on the south end.
We cheer at each unique pattern of cascading plumes and points.
A light breeze keeps the mosquitoes away.
And maybe the smoke drifting our way across the lake from the incendiary explosions.
Some of the displays look like abstract paintings.
And some look like photographs of supernovae or colliding galaxies.
And some are signs of light, appearing for a heartbeat in the blackness, mysterious answer to an unfathomable question.