Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
I have a video of fireworks on my phone. The image and audio quality aren't great, and the camera shakes at some points, but it still made me happy in a melancholy sort of way.
I remember taking that video. I was laying back on the wet grass, leaning on my longboard with the hot chocolate I made an extra trip home to make for the fireworks. I managed to find a nice little spot just off the path with an opening in the trees, perfectly framing the fireworks. I was probably sitting in goose poop the entire time without knowing it.
I usually don't take pictures or videos of the things I do; I'd rather be present in the moment and not worrying about how it will look later, if I even look at it again later. But this time I thought it important that I take a video. I didn't want to forget them. I don't know why. It's not like these fireworks were any different or grander than any other fireworks I'd seen throughout my life. Maybe it's good that I recorded them this time. I don't remember the fireworks themselves that well after all. Instead, I remember the air still heavy from rain, worrying about mosquitos I never saw, leaning back against my longboard on a slightly summer evening, wearing my favorite plaid to stave off a chill, with a perfect mug of hot chocolate. I remember watching the sky continue to darken on my ride home. I don't remember the colours, but I remember the feeling of peace and freedom as I rode down the middle of an empty road on a beautiful night.
Huh, maybe it is good that I took that video.