There were fireworks over the backyards behind Third Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. Nothing fancy. They must have been shot off of someone’s roof. It sounded like gunshots initially. All of us quieted down in the living room and then OSFO screamed out from the back bedroom: Come back. Fireworks. There are fireworks back here.
Did you see them?
The fireworks were so beautiful, all the more so for being unexpected. What a lovely little reminder that life is full of surprises.