Colors Bursting In Air
by Sparks In Shadow
Tess wrote down her steps from the train station to the vantage point she’d found, but still worried I’d get lost. At the Harrison subway stairs, I dialed her and followed directions. She beamed as I found her in the park stretched out among the waiting thousands.
Strains of “God Bless America” began after dark. Fireworks burst, radiating red, white and blue streaks over the lake. Tess was right. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it: rousing music, vivid color soaring, falling in the distance like choreographed, sparkling rain.
I was six again, grateful Tess had guided me to it.