100 words: Dusty Trails

Scanning the growing crowds along the packed riverfront, I was questioning the long wait when the void that was the empty sky suddenly sparked into life, an orgasmic flurry of searing lights flashing the swatches of night sky.

Glowing trails climbed and seek out the atmosphere before bursting into spatters of colorful radial sparkles that spread as it descends back to earth.

The finale was marked by a continuous surge of pyrotechnics exploding into thousands of colors, only to leave dusty smoke trails lingering in the air – an indelible mark to us that this stage of our lives has ended.