I avoided the
Canada 150 Fireworks the other night…well maybe I didn’t avoid the explosions,
but I avoided the crowds. All around me the sky exploded with light and with
noise. It was awesome to sit in the backyard, in the dark, and hear the night
sky, rife with sound. Because I’m
reading a book centered around a war, I tried to imagine the explosions of
fireworks, as bombs. It truly is hard to imagine what millions upon millions of
people have (past and present) experienced…bombs falling around them in the
dark. My mom told me of bombs that fell like burning Christmas trees over
Königsberg in August, 1944. It sounds pretty…pretty horrific, too.
Fireworks
Writing the books I never got to read.
Author of: Waltraut (2024), Crow Stone (2022) Tainted Amber (2021) Broken Stone (2015), Red Stone (2015) The Kulak's Daughter (2010)
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