For major holidays and special occasions Indianapolis hosts a fireworks display from the top of the tallest building downtown. Where I use to live I could see the fireworks outside my 19th floor window as if the city had a light show just for me. It was as if they exploded in every colour right there in front of my window, one after the other, just for me. There will be throngs of people downtown this evening and I am pleased, once again, to not be among them.
I use to fantasize about disappearing in the light show. The colours would fade and so would I but then I’d come right back to life with the next explosion, sort of like I can fade but I’ll come back brighter and stronger. Of course there’s the crescendo of fireworks that made my final statement, I’ll be the strongest near my end and you’ll remember me. I loved it.
I am not one to sit and fantasize. I was taught that it was wrong because it always lead to sexual things. It’s one of those early lessons that never got unlearned. Well, the other day as I sat and listened to my rock garden waterfall (donated by Keepers Korner) I was reminded of a time when I had my private fantasies and felt no guilt about them. In the 6th grade my mother let me skip off to the neighborhood library branch to read this or that novel. Continue reading ‘Fireworks and Fantasy’
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