The 4th

My 4th of July...*sigh*...It could not have been any better. Of course I had to go to work (my new job as a waitress at the Apollo) at five in the morning, which is not the first thing you would think of as being part of the equation to a great holiday, but I really did not mind. I work with a lovely staff (including my best friend Holly), had friendly customers (most of the day), and made twice as much in tips today than I have all week! (which is really all you can ask for.) It then crescendoed with a day by the pool with Holly, and relaxing at my uncle's with the family. Oh if only I had a camera that was capable of taking great dusk and nighttime photographs! The beauty I would have captured tonight! Walking down to the fireworks was the first taste of peace I have known for weeks. It was a connectedness to nature, deep down in my soul that filled me with hunger and made my eyes greedy. I could have stared into the dusky sky, breathed in my surroundings and enjoyed the beauty forever, if I was allowed. When the fireworks began, it was like a panorama of rose buds bursting in the spring over stems of cornfields. And even though they made little headway over the rolling hills and tops of trees it was ok, because my fireworks were the cotton candy sky, the expansive golden wheat fields, my colorful family each bringing their own flavor, and the firefly sparks, shimmers in the warm summer nights breeze, that danced around the sky and grazed the earth. And that breeze...it smelled of peace, of mother nature. It seeped into me and made me feel whole.