On Fireworks.

I attended yet another Rocklin Jubilee this year...and as always was more than pleasantly surprised.

Sitting underneath the night sky with hundreds of people, family, friends and strangers, with eyes wide and chins up. It was perfect.

They make my insides flutter. They make my skin tingle. My breath gets caught, and it almost feels like it's getting sucked into the pit of my stomach. And I watch, eyes as wide as they can open, smile broad as can be, my face lit up in gold and silver and a rainbow of other colors. And with every explosion of light I get lost in the moment completely.

It's amazing to me how seemingly random combinations of compressed chemicals can create the kind of spectacular beauty that are fireworks.

And the only thing better than simply being lucky enough to watch the fireworks?

Having Ray Charles sing, "America the Beautiful" in the background. That my friends is one of life's few perfect moments, and it literally brings a tear to my eye.