On the 1st August it was Halifax's Birthday - not that any of the locals knew what "Natal Day" was all about - to most, it is just another excuse for a day off work. Michelle and I were watching another episode of Damages when we heard the first of the fireworks crack above the city. It must have been around 10pm.
Illegal backyard explosions are nothing new in the North End of Halifax, so it was 5 minutes in before we actually decided to grab the baby out of bed and run across the road for a look - but I am so glad that we did.
Charlotte was already standing up in her crib, holding onto the bars and staring at the pink and blue and green lights flashing through her curtains. "Thunda!" she said, as if I needed prompting about the likely source of all the noise.
Wrapped in blankets and standing with a bunch of strangers from across the street, we three stood and watched in wonderment.
There were Dahlia's, and Spider's and Willow's; Horsetails, and Smiley Faces, and even Bengal Fire - but what was most spectacular, was that on this one night it was pretty clear to see that all of us were seeing something we'd never seen before...
Michelle and I spent more time watching Charlotte's face than we did looking at the fire works. Her jaw dropped, she clapped her hands and her eyes grew wider and wider. It was a picture of pure wonderment. A moment caught in time. Michelle had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard. We found ourselves watching the fire works through that little midget's eyes.
She clapped, and blinked and at one stage even let out a little, "Whoah!!!" It was really quite the scene.
Haha, bloody great! Thanks kiddo. It's pretty neat to see fireworks again for the first time. I forgot how great they really are. Good times ;)
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