And sorry I’m getting a bit scattered hence all these replies. It’s not about the fireworks themselves. Fireworks scare animals and are dangerous and it’s just that there’s an annual firework display and I’m agoraphobic, and despite the city firework display taking place five minutes from my old house it took me years to meet my goal of actually going out to see them. And managing that, with crowds of strangers outside, finding a spot where I could see without being overwhelmed was such an accomplishment. I love the bright colourful lights in the sky and how magical the sky looks then, but it’s as much one of those little loves of which there are so many. Like the sunrise, whe I’d drag myself out at 5am to watch the sunrise over the City or the sea that too was magical. Loved watching the mist roll off the City and those rays of light.
But also loved the moon and looking at that. Loved when we could see the sky full of stars, and sad I haven’t seen the aurora borealis lately despite there being spots next to me where it can be seen. (As a child I was so unimpressed, yawn sky is glowing green, yawn moon is not turning red during the lunar eclipse, oh don’t look solar eclipse, wow some old rocks in a field (those were standing stones), yawn another castle.
It’s about appreciating what’d there. My city has a light festival in February every year, and there’s also a group that works so hard to make it accessible. And it took me years to actually go and whe I did it was magical. And people were so kind. I had so many panic attacks there when I did go but it was worth it, the whole overwhelming experience. And while I took photos, I did my best to also be there in the moment, soaking it I without recording.
My city also runs a street art festival, and I love all these unexpected bits of art we have around. Quirky bits of old architecture, the new streetart. It was the painted doors I liked best, where theres a path through the city you can follow all these random doors that have been painted by local artists. They’ve pulled down my favourite unicorns fighting seagulls mural, and I’ve no idea if the trash unicorn (which is another favourite of mine) is still there but street art is temporary and doesn’t mean it doesn’t have meaning,
I had a bucket list, which was drastically shortened when I managed to finangle a less vague life estimate from them, and shortend all the more when I realised how little energy I have and I can’t walk any distances anymore. And my bucket list is now mostly remembering the things I have done and sharing it.
I wanted to see some owls, there was an owl rescue centre nearest where I lived, but I never managed to visit them to pet some birds. But hey I’ve seen owls before wild, and I wasn’t able to see the owls in the woods near me, that’s OK. I got to see a guy with falconry birds outside one day and actually built up the courage to go down, talk to him and see the birds, and that was great.
I’m not going to get to pet some highland coos, but I’ve seen them before, and I had an amazing day out at the local petting zoo. (It was all farm animals I have so many funny photos of.) I went to the zoo years back, and loved looking at the tiger studying everyone from above unnoticed while everyone rushed through its exhibit to see the next animal. But my favourite was the porcupine. I loved watching that porcupine. It’s funny that to some of us skunks and porcupines are exotic, while to me, its hedgehogs that are common place I grew up with them in the garden.
(Having to retype this hospital WiFi ate the last part of my post)
All of this is to say its not about the fireworks, it’s about everything and appreciating what’s there. Depression stole so many of the small joys of life from me, and I’m so fortunate I can feel and appreciate them again. It used to be so much hard work. I envied people who were naturally happy.
Smell the roses, pet the dogs, enjoy the little things.
I’ve got pet a dog on my bucket list and that’ll happen and if it doesn’t well I have so many fond memories of dogs, and I’d much rather people did something joyful for themselves, maybe share it with others i loved sharing pics of things with friends, made the world seem so much closer and let me visit places I never would otherwise.
I hope that explains things.