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Wednesday 26 May 2004
It was a rainy long weekend, but it let up on Monday evening, long enough for the Victoria day fireworks. Last year we saw them from the rooftop of our old loft building with pitchers of margaritas. This year, we got to experience them Beaches-style, watching them from the shore of the lake.
As we walked down the darkened streets to the water, we could hear firecrackers going off in every direction - little pops and whistles and bangs filtering through the trees. Not dozens of them, but enough to tell us that pyrotechnics are more than a spectator sport here. And after the (quite impressive) ‘official’ show, a good stretch of the beach lit up with sparklers and fountains and Roman candles. I imagine every pyromaniac dad in the east end was there setting them off.
And just as cool were the natural fireworks earlier in the weekend… the thunderstorms here are tremendous, and there’s something lovely about listening to the thunder from inside a house.