I’ve always seen fireworks from the wrong perspective - standing above them, looking down. When I was a child, I lived in an Appalachian river valley, and to view the fireworks we drove up into the mountains. In my adult years, I’ve found myself in a number of situations - in a hotel room, looking down over the Delaware river fireworks, or in a private plane, flying over the Pennsylvania landscape, seeing fireworks simultaneously from a number of small towns. Only once, in Aspen, could I not get above them, and the three of us lay in the parking lot while the ashes rained down on us.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
-Anais Nin