Last night from around 9:00 P.M. to 10:40 P.M., Matt, David, and I went to a huge carnival. Seeing the lights in the distance from the parking lot was such a delicious and breathtaking feeling. The rides, the whirling of everything, the flashing colorful lights, the irresistable concoction of laughter and delighted screams and buzzing of excitement hanging in the air. The surrealness of the carnival overtook the blue-black darkness of the night sky and made my heart jump like a happy little child.
We didn't go on any rides...the main reason we went there was for the fireworks display that was going to take place at the carnival. Besides, I wouldn't go on any rides without Matt right beside me, which was not possible since we brought along David. I didn't mind and Matt didn't mind...we were totally satisfied with David being happy. David was so fascinated by all the rides and neon lights.
Next time, I want to go on many, many rides...over and over again. I've been longing for the thrill of a rollercoaster. I love that feeling I get when I wait in line anxiously, when I finally get into the seat of an awesome rollercoaster, and when it plunges down into fast unmerciful rushing air. I LOVE it.
We just wandered around the carnival for an hour, just soaking up the atmosphere, the electricity of the people around us.
And then. Best of all. The fireworks. July 7th fireworks. Fireworks are WONDERFUL any time of the year. Always.
Brilliant lights splashed and sprinkled and exploded across the endless expanse of the sky. Pink, red, blue, yellow, white, purple colors wildly scattering like the best confetti in the world. And the explosions and bursting...so loud, so beautifully loud. That is how life should be experienced...passionate and full of untamed exuberance. As I held onto Matt and David, I smiled and laughed as each firework breathed its fiery voice. I thought I must remember this...this moment feels like EVERYTHING to me. My love for THEM...they are everything to me.
We drove home and David fell asleep in the car. We put him snugly in his bed.
Matt and I made and shared a fried salami sandwich and homemade pizza bagels with pepperoni. He took out two exquisite wine glasses and we drank sweet and bubbly apple-flavored wine. I felt the fizzy liquid travel down the length of my body, making my insides all warm.
We went to bed. Matt read a book while I fell asleep cuddled next to him. I awoke a little later on and Matt was still awake. We made love and then, finally, the lights were turned off for the night.
I love him.