Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.  ~ Rabindranath Tagore Whether it symbolizes the beginning or the end, there is something so striking about a crescent moon.

Watching fireworks always takes me back to childhood.  When I was a little girl, we spent holiday weekends at my grandparents river house, building bonfires, chasing fireflies, and setting off our own fireworks display.  It was a time filled with giggles, scrapped knees, and the family all gathered together.  Fireworks still bring those memories to the top of my mind and the pleasure of watching them explode makes me feel just like a kid again.