It was July 3rd, and we could see so many firework displays right in front of our eyes, as though the flares were being shot off just for us, as though we were the only ones watching them. Every few seconds, one of us would point out another blue or red streak shooting up into the night sky.
We could see everything from where we were. The traffic lights a mile away, directing the traffic at 1am in all different directions. We could see the houses, their lights going off slowly, one by one as each different family went to sleep.
It was beautiful. It was the adventure I'd been itching for.