If vision is the only validation then most of my life isn't real
I saw some fireworks at the weekend and I couldn't resist going a little loopy with sparklers and the slow shutter speed on my camera, tehe.
Fireworks are amazing... you think as you grow up they'd get boring or maybe the magic would fade, but I'm still ever so enchanted by their vivid whirring and the catastrophic eruption of lights.
Bonfire night is a bit of a tradition in my family; plus it's the only time I'll willingly eat a jacket potato (I hate the texture okay, haha). We sit on little white plastic chairs in the chilling darkness, and then magic sparks and the sky is illuminated with a wild array of technicolour falling stars. It's like making our own magic, or the closest thing we've got to it.
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