Born on the 4th of July

It's not the fireworks, necessarily, that are intriguing, we decided. It's the silence in between each flash. The afterboom. The inhale as the tiny stars of gunpowder and sparkle slowly,  make their way to earth and fade. For a moment, there's a quiet. Most people don't think about it, we said. Instead, they look through…

Melting.

I fell to the ice-covered earth in the way I imagine a meteorite must fall, very sudden and uniquely electric. I was standing, walking, no hitting the solid, frozen tarmac in a painfully hilarious shock the way I did weeks ago; that slip was what I described as “not paying attention” and thinking of another…