We sat outside tonight in the cool air. The flames leaped high and showers of sparks swirled every time new wood was thrown on the bonfire. The colors against the night sky were blue and gold and red and green, swirling and turning and rising before burning into nothingness.
As we sat there mesmerized, the singer's voice poured over us like honey, bringing back memories from days gone by. A dance or two reminded us of how we met.
The individuals gathered there in that large circle joined hands to express our love for America before bidding goodnight.
What a perfect evening.
Y'all take care.