For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

And then, as full darkness descended, the first burst of brilliance lit the sky, reflected in
fractal sparks in the surface of the bay. It began with a clap of sound and blue brilliance,
flowering larger outwards from the central point, each spark of which burst further into
green, and then further broke into a fire of orange which rained down as a curtain of
flame towards the receiving waters. We gasped at the vision of light, artfully displayed
across the sky.
The show started with traditional fireworks, with each more intriguing and lovely than
the preceding, and we sat forward in our seats enthralled. After half an hour of crafted
gunpowder bursts, the Energy Works filled the skies, twisting and curling, bouncing,
forming and disbursing. It was the same technology that my fountain used, but on a
much, much grander scale. The light chased itself, drew glowing lace bridges across the
bay that hovered and then melted, bursting upwards from the water in columns of blazing
glory, as it touched the wind-roughened surface. And more and then more. It all was
beautiful.
The traditional works returned, and the show alternated back and forth from chemical
reaction to energy manipulation for the next three hours. We exchanged awed comments
on the artfulness of this display and the creative concept of that one. The energy of
excitement flowed around the bay in such strength that we all could feel it.
At the end, the traditional met the new, as the energy caught and played with the sparks
burning brightly, sending them in unexpected patterns and to all points of the compass.
The finale brought all sparks with ribbons of light trailing like silk into center stage above
the bay. And then they flew apart, with the ribbons intertwined in a gigantic tree trunk
from the waters to high in the sky, and taking the sparks outward in a multihued dome
coving all the bay. The energy streamers remained long after the sparks had spent their
supply of fuel and had burned out.
We held our breath and then slowly began to breath, in sighs and appreciation for the
treat we had witnessed.
“There will be much to describe in our blog,” Cara commented. Tim and The Kid
concurred.
“Indeed,” Tim responded while The Kid nodded. “It just gets better and better every
year. Each year I think that it can’t get better…and then it does!” He shook his head
with amazement.
“Thanks, Izzy, for having us to share this with.” Cara turned her remark to me. I smiled
in thanks.
“Most welcome, Cara. I enjoy your company and was so thrilled to find you and the
gang were available to share it with us,” I replied.