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Jan. 20th, 2008 06:48 pmSitting on the love seat against the south wall of my living room, so that I can plug into the speakers sitting near the stolen-from-work 15" television* on the shelving units under the picture window, I looked out into the street-lamp-studded blackness outside my window. It's a velvety darkness, as there are no street lights on my street; the lights breaking the darkness belong to houses on the far side of the street across the block, as there's a playing field between us and them.
In the inky expanse of sky there was a perfectly silent miniature fireworks display, framed in nearly the exact center of my picture window, behind the reflection of the kitchen doorway.
They blossomed and disappeared silently, in quick succession. White, red, green.
"Fireworks," I said, astonished.
"Oh," Z said, unmoved, from the kitchen doorway. "Martin Luther King Day."
Happy Martin Luther King Day to you, and to anyone who gets a long weekend.
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* we only have this for watching the DVDs of Twin Peaks. It doesn't have rabbit ears so we can't get any reception. We still don't *own* a TV, we just choose to use the one we stole for roller derby purposes to watch the Twin Peaks box set Z got for Xmas.
In the inky expanse of sky there was a perfectly silent miniature fireworks display, framed in nearly the exact center of my picture window, behind the reflection of the kitchen doorway.
They blossomed and disappeared silently, in quick succession. White, red, green.
"Fireworks," I said, astonished.
"Oh," Z said, unmoved, from the kitchen doorway. "Martin Luther King Day."
Happy Martin Luther King Day to you, and to anyone who gets a long weekend.
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* we only have this for watching the DVDs of Twin Peaks. It doesn't have rabbit ears so we can't get any reception. We still don't *own* a TV, we just choose to use the one we stole for roller derby purposes to watch the Twin Peaks box set Z got for Xmas.