Cool and rainy. Made chocolate chip cookies, (green chile) burgers. Went on a moonlit walk with la esposa guapa and watched fireworks sparkle in the distance.

I was about ten years old when I cajoled my dad into letting me buy one of those big, more-expensive fireworks that tower over the sparklers and bottle-rockets. The ones with the massive explosions of color and equally massive warning labels. That night, in a dirt farm field outside the city limits, I nervously lit the fuse, turned, and ran like hell.  *BOOM*  When I reached my family, a safe distance from the launch site, I turned, but my glorious firework had already gone off and begun to rapidly fade.

At least I lived to tell the tale.

Hope y’all had a good ’un.