The brightest firework

Look up into the cold November sky.

As hard and cold as granite, yet safe and warm as velvet.

The deepest, darkest, bluish black, studded with tiny diamonds.

Suddenly, the darkness becomes light.

An explosion of tiny sparkles fills the night sky.

Twirling and swirling like a gigantic Catherine wheel.

Whooshing upwards and outwards like the biggest rocket you could find.

Screaming loudly as it makes its way to greet the jealous stars.

Brightly coloured, vibrant bursts of energy emanate like a roman candle…

Seemingly never ending, but never too much, and finishing much too soon.

Alongside the noise and colour come soft whispers, like the crackle of sparklers.

A safe warm glow enhanced by the blazing bonfires.

Comforting trails of light amidst the clouds of breath and gunpowder smoke.

The whole sky is filled with colour and light.

Just like the most beautiful Indian festivals and celebrations.

You catch your breath in wonder and amazement.

The sheer spectacle and immensity of the effect it has.

Then, as suddenly as it came, it fades from sight.

But, you will always hold in your heart and dreams the joy it gave.

Only there for a short time, but having an impact on each one it touched.

Look up into the deepest, darkest, bluish black, studded with tiny diamonds,

And remember ………

You have been witness to the brightest firework in the cold November sky.