Fireworks







I had quite possibly the best fourth of July ever. Of course, I've only celebrated fourth of July twice. No matter. We had dinner at an Indian restaurant in Brooklyn Heights. I didn't have vindaloo, but I just have to write that word down because it's lovely. My cousin's friend, whose building is right by the water, graciously brought us up to the roof, where we had a great view and front row seats to the fireworks. It was beautiful, worth the heat and the wait. Everybody oohed and aahed in all the right moments. I climbed up to a cement ledge and imagined it was just me and the fireworks. Definitely better than last year's.



{A Summer Song, Chad and Jeremy}