an addendum

Also meant to say - I have no idea why I get so emotional at the end of a fireworks display, but I do, and this year was no exception. Does it connect me to generations past, watching their own displays in the very early days of pyrotechnics? Is it a sense of wonder and majesty that just overwhelms me and makes me appreciative of what humankind has been able to accomplish? Is it the sheer onslaught of sensory stimulation that provokes a visceral response? I don't know for sure, but it's primal, and unstoppable, and I am not ashamed of it in any way. And maybe it was heightened by virtue of me being there with my son, but I had a lump firmly wedged in my throat, and a fair tear or two rolling down my cheek.

RC 15-11-25