We went to the beach tonight. We went to play with the sparklers we bought last July while we were visiting my dad. They've been sitting in a drawer ever since - one thing or another gets in the way of taking them somewhere in our area where it's still legal to use them.Tonight though - just seemed a good idea to get out of the house. The sparklers made a good excuse. Free entertainment. A feeling of being rebel outlaws. Turns out there are no areas nearby where you can still use fireworks legally.
Photophobia made it hard for S to really enjoy them, but J, K and my husband loved it. I think being a rebel outlaw makes him feel young again, makes him forget how much of what he had planned to be at this age may never happen. I asked my husband why sparklers are so fascinating. He said "they sparkle".
Someone there before us had left this candle in the sand. I wonder why it was there - remembrance or romance?
