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| Sunday, December 17, 2006 |
| Oooh, sparkley. |
Ata has just come back from the fireworks.
Mr Ata wanted to go. Ata was very tired and did not feel like going out, but she went anyway.
There is a church a few minutes from Ata and Mr Ata's house, a very big church. Guy Sebastian's old home church, no less. The Guy himself was singing at their Carols by Candlelight night tonight. According to the banners, Dorothy the Dinosaur was also in attendance. Which seems ever so slightly random, but nevermind. The finale of the night is a fireworks display. Ata and Mr Ata do not go to the carols, but they have in past years done the same as they did tonight - park on the side of the road nearby, and watch the fireworks from the footpath.
It was a very lovely display, all sparks and shimmers and showers of falling glitter. Multicoloured spheres and squealing rockets and cleverly shaped creations - stars inside circles and lopsided, misshapen hearts. And enough bangs and crackles to terrify dogs for miles around.
Fireworks are a remarkable thing to Ata. So much money, and time, and effort to create them - all for barely a few seconds of pretty sparkles that have no earthly purpose other than to be admired quickly before they fade. Sometimes it seems a great sadness, that we are so eager to be amused, we will put so many resources into such a short burst of empty glamour. Other times it seems the greatest expression of human joy and hope - to spend so much effort on brief glory for no purpose other than the enjoyment of beauty. |
posted by Ata @ 10:13 pm  |
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