It's 10:49 and I'm arriving home from a fantastic day with my friends. What's most amazing is we left downtown at 10:00 and where to my apt by 10:30. This is amazing because it's a typically a 20 min drive and with the amount of traffic there was...I should still be waiting to get on 65. But I digress...
This weekend my friend Jennie's been in town. Its been great fun, busy, but great fun. We started today with a trip to the Pancake Pantry and then headed downtown to sweat until the fireworks happened. I'm always entertained by people and the art of people watching. The 4th is never a disappointment in this sense. Today we played catch phrase and made new friends with the guys sitting next to us, and we got in a little Phase 10 action. I hate phase 7.
As I watched the fireworks fill the sky I couldn't help but feel innocent again. During the grand finale my wide-eyed wonder was met with a deep rumbling of my insides from the fireworks. I had two thoughts then--first, is this anything like what war feels/sounds like? Second, how much more will greater will the voice of God be when I finally hear it?
I liked the innocent, child-like feeling...no matter how fleeting it was...for a moment I was 10 again. It was grand.