Fireworks. I used to hate them. I was never much for loud noises, and I didn't really get the appeal of the lights. But now, not for the noise or the designs, I like them a lot.
NYE 2012/2013. I went to bed before midnight but woke up to fireworks outside, and the people we shared the hotel with shouting and singing "Born in the USA" (I was in Austria.) I wondered what the lights looked like from the Immigration Building Floor Four in Debrecen, and in all the countries all over the world with less stringent rules for fireworks as we have here in the US of A. I like the feeling of celebration shared by everyone in the world. And then I imagined the party in the sky when Jesus restores the world. WOAH. And ever since then, that's what I think of. Fireworks. A glimpse.
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