A lady sitting in a booth near us overheard our conversation and
became the bearer of bad tidings. "There is a statewide ban on
fireworks due to the wildfires," she said with
staunch conviction. "What, no fireworks?" Matt squealed.
"How come you brought me to a state with no fireworks,
Mommy?" Just as the woman again re-emphasized the No Fireworks policies
and why they were implemented, a large burst of purple and pink light
exploded in the window behind her. "No fireworks, huh?" I
giggled. "Look behind you."
Matt ran to the window as several more starbursts of green and red
light filled the night sky. Shortly following the blasts, fire trucks
and police cars raced to the high school were some rogue firework
fanatics were defying the ban.
I pointed my camera to the window to capture a shot of the last few
barrages of light, when strange and mysterious crafts lit the window!
The Sylvanians appeared en masse to greet us. They are from a far away
galaxy and are well renowned for their large bulbous heads and their
ability to appear above a hominid's head when they have entertained a
great thought or idea.
We left the diner in awe of the translucent light beings, and made our
way up the highway to Taos. Out in the desert, several other renegade fireflies
were partying and shooting off roman candles everywhere. Mexican music
blared from the small stucco houses, and Matt got to see more
fireworks the he could ever have imagined. My mind wandered several
years into our nation's future, when all fireworks will be
illegal. How will we celebrate the Fourth of July then?
If anyone has any ideas, have your
nearest Sylvanian email me with your firework replacement programs.
