Friday, November 26, 2004

Handwarmer, drums and look up.

1. Mulled wine on a cold night.

2. We found a parade marching up town to a samba band. Everyone above waist height was carrying a wax flare.

3. Fireworks when you didn't expect any. These were splendid ones, too. They were launched from the roof of the town hall so that the bangs boomed back and forth around the crossroads. They had fireworks that puffed out blue and red and yellow stars and ones that made fireflies waggle about the sky and ones that threw showers of tiny sparks high above the crowd.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

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