After meandering up for dinner at Sala Thai on U Street, then sweating my eyebrows off with delicious duck in coconut red curry, we strolled back home just in time to stop and watch the fireworks from the corner of 11th and Vermont. A nice crowd of people were already gathered – a few house parties, families, our neighbors.
The view was perfect – the fireworks were beautifully framed by the spire of a local church. As the finale began everyone in the neighborhood who had been holding on to a stash of fireworks released them, with children delightedly (yet safely!) cheering.
The fantastic thing about living in the city are moments like these – you don’t have to push through the crowds at the Mall, or fight through them at the Metro. You can stand on your own street corner and watch the brilliance there.
As I write this I can still hear a few local fireworks that will continue for a while, before people finally head off to sleep.
I really love my neighborhood.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs