What So Proudly We Hail

My dog isn't sleeping in her usual spot; she's huddled as far back into a corner as her 80 pound body will allow.  It's only nine o'clock in the evening, but the booming echoes of the fireworks, far and near, are literally non-stop.  That's what happens when our town's main display of professional fireworks are done on the third of July; it frees up time for all of the locals and tourists to shoot off their own collections.  On the fourth, the sky becomes a potpourri of color, size, and sizzle.  Rather than concentrated in one area over the lake, fireworks ranging from mini to spectacular can be seen in every direction.  Hopefully no one needs to get up early tomorrow, because sleep will be difficult tonight.  Not even the loudest fan or air conditioner can drown out this many pops and explosions.  To some, it may be annoying that people are allowed to make so much noise, but that is, after all, what we are celebrating.  Instead of these very same sounds coming from bombs against the oppressed, they are shot to remind us that we are a free nation, born on this day in 1776, and still strong.  God bless America.

I chose this double-merged sea glass photo for its symmetry that you see in some old fashioned fireworks.  I hope you like it.
Happy 4th of July!