8/10/05

I am standing with others watching fireworks. They are spectacular. The crowd is amazed by the colors, the formations and the sounds. The finale starts and fills the sky with brilliant motion. The ground vibrates from the concussive effects of the fireworks. Everyone is on their feet in total awe when small sparks begin to float down.

The sparks are bright but not hot. We hold our hands out to catch them but they melt away like colorful snowflakes. The finale at its peak; fireworks are rising, blooming and fading away at an incredible rate. The rain of sparks has increased and now sounds like a downpour.

I hold my hands out to catch the sparks and realize that these are not sparks, they are heart-shaped confetti and glitter. My cupped hands quickly fill with puffy, pink and purple, confetti hearts and dazzingly colored foil confetti. The sound of them raining down drowns out the sound of the finale. Everyone is elated.