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.