It was New Year’s Eve of 2005 and we heard the dull sound of what seemed to be fireworks going off outside in the distance after the countdown to the new year. My cousin and I rushed up the stairs and outside into the new day’s brisk air. As soon as I stepped onto the cool cement porch, it occurred to me the unimportance for shoes I had in a dash to see the live show. The air outside immediately blanketed my warm body but it didn’t matter. Slowly one after the other, rocket ships of fire lifted into the sky exploding into colorful patterns after seconds of each other. As I watched the trail of sparks move upward towards the stars, the anticipation for what color was going to show kept me on the edge. The burst of lights mesmerized my every thought, my eyes fixed on the man-made shooting stars. When I thought nothing could pull me away from my sudden infatuation, my dad’s laughter filled the moment. I looked up to watch him smiling while the fireworks reflected in his eyes and the colors changed on his face. I glanced back up to the sky and thought to myself really hard, “remember this moment forever.” I concentrated on the details of the small breeze sending chills down my thighs to my already numb toes; the bliss overwhelming my warm heart. My skin rose and hair lifted off my body giving me an uncomfortable feeling in a comfortable moment. The lights made time very relative to me taking me back to other memories in vivid detail that felt like yesterday but were in reality years ago. It was all so simple and the felicity made me feel detached from the world with laughter in the background. I took my thoughts deeper. Maybe life is just about a never-ending collection of jumbled memories? Moments that have effected us for the good or bad leaving an imprint on our hearts forever. Voices of the people I love shook me from the trance I fell into. He was smiling. Together we smiled as I became charmed with the art of lights in the sky once again.
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