The Fourth in LA
A layer of smoke blankets the city; the first noticeable evidence of today’s festivities. The moon is stained a deep yellow-orange and clouds of smoke drift by occasionally obscuring it from sight. In the distance a few bangs and pops can still be heard. Occasionally a bright flash of light and an explosion of bright colors appear over the buildings followed by a boom and light crackling noise. An ambulance and two police cars rush by. Occasionally other sirens can be heard across the city to other fireworks accident sites. On the ground spent shells litter the ground over spots of black scaring the surface of the asphalt. Down the road three kids are speaking in heated Spanish and waving around what appears to be their last piece of firework. I watched a movie again for the Fourth of July.
