We spent last night at the top of a quarry a friend's boyfriend? works at. We could see fireworks from Castlerock all the way up to Thorton. It was awsome. But there was something even more amazing... stars. It sickened me that my daughter first learned the word stars only last night. We think she understood what we were talking about, but who knows? We know she saw the fireworks though. She screamed delighted as she leaned on a rock almost as tall as she was with her little friends. She has no fear. We later went down and lit some legal fireworks. She had NO fear. Even being that close with all the noise she just loved it. Her older friend was clinging to his parents like there was no tomarrow. And little TJ... what a trooper. With all the noise he of course woke up. He just sat there is our arms totally motionless, expressionless, just starring at the fireworks. Too young to even realize he should be scared.
Last night has me thinking about light polution though. There is nothing that can be done about it. With mandatory light restrictions we would no longer have any hood ornaments (please tell me someone got that reference) But last night to look to the west and directly overhead and see all the stars, but then to see them fade as you looked west and eventually just turn into a pink glare as your eyes hit the horizion. It was just a little sad. Now you all know why I long to move back into the mountians and out of the city. Look out Glenwood, here we come.
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