On the lake,
frozen margarita clutched in one hand feeling like a millionaire.
Fireworks split the night with bursts of noise and colour
fiery comets quickly winking out of existence
Glassy black water reflects cascades of colour
momentary art on dark canvas.
The air sizzles, music rises to a crescendo
Floating crowds, necks craning, gasp in admiration and astonishment.
Back at the house, marshmallows toast on sharpened sticks over a roaring fire.
Burning logs spit orange sparks.
Lightning bugs flit past flashing secret Morse-code messages.
Sleep comes in the early hours; half drunk,
too exhausted to do more than huddle close beneath the thin sheets.