Everyone is sitting, looking at an empty sky.
Cars are parked as far as the eye can see.
Blankets cover a beach of green sand.
The open air is their ocean.
Then it starts. One blast. Then another.
Silence fills everything.
The only thing that you can hear are the blasts.
Red. Blue. Green. All shapes and sizes.
For a moment, all adults have become children.
All children become something different.
We all know this song because we have heard it.
And yet we act as if we don't know the words.
The blasts are nearby.
But there are others that can be seen.
And more in the distance, just outside the view of the eye.
And beyond that, millions more.
For these minutes, the world stops.
All there is are explosions of bright colors.
Happy birthday to everything that is good.
There is no time for anything else.
It grows exponentially.
They're coming faster and faster.
The rhythm is unstoppable and the smile can't fade.
It seems like it will never stop.
The sky darkens again.
A few moments of silence.
Waiting for an encore.
See you next year.
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