This night was made for romance

I viewed a fireworks display from the footbridge of my favorite park.

My inner kindergartener, overjoyed at the mesmerizing dance of color and pattern, grinned stupidly at one with a smiley-face design.

An “awww” escaped my lips.

When the spectacular finale was over, I continued on my way around the pond and passed young lovers strolling arm-in-arm under the crescent moon.

Light reflected from the old fashioned black street lamps around the path and the illuminated fountains shimmered gold in the water.

Music emanated from a nearby banquet hall where wedding nuptials were celebrated.

This night was made for romance.

And I wished you were here.

____

K.C. 9.1.14

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About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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