Fireworks

One of the greatest pleasures in life, Bagehot told me, is doing what people say

YA CAN'T. IMPOSSIBLE. STOP. DON'T EVEN TRY.  

I love to prove them wrong. 

The struggle. The moment of breath-held, the free fall of uncertainty. 

Then the victory. 

It emerges, crawling, sprawling, engulfs. 

Stars. LIght. Victory lap. Roll in. Fighter. Mission accomplished. Touchdown dance. 

And I dance. I sing. I run the loop. I watch the scoreboard. 

And then we all join in. 

Smiles and high-fives and fist bumps and hugs and the connection that we will never lose, the unity, the never-ending, never-ending unity.

School song. 

Those lasting, sweetened, blaring notes. 

And we have been here. 

And we go on. 

And we do what we thought we could never do. 

What I love most is to prove to myself that I can. 

 

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