Passing 7.1***The fireworks began well before the stroke of midnight: children, teens and adults, making excuses to do “test runs”; but really, indulging their urge to see mostly harmless explosions, emphasis on “mostly”. It started with small, polite trespasses: pinpricks of sound that raised their heads above the town’s ordinary hum and asked for attention, until an enterprising bloke would bring out the contraband, and the pinpricks would be punctuated by occasional booms and bangs. Outside my window, the sky over San Vicente was a slow, generous canvas of darkness, dotted with stars and occasional intrusions of color. The colored bursts would intensify on the road to midnight: scatters of gold, then a hard, honest red like a coin turned up to the light, then a long blue comet that hung in the air before blooming like a flower in the near-midnight sky.I sat on the sill: standing felt like an affectation, while lying down felt like escape.
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