Distant fireworks

The fireworks seen from the balcony were like a luminous speck but our imagination inflated them to the huge ball of showering lights with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Sitting on a chair in the breeze of the night with a glass of cold beer alone was worth building the house.
I used to see them from the window of our old, old house when I was a child when there were no tall buildings as far as the eye could see. I only vaguely remember admiring those nights of brilliant fire flowers but they must have been seen with the same imagination. It may have been with my mother and with my sisters. Father could not have been with us as he was always too busy to enjoy such small things as the pageant that was sparking on the far, far away river bed. Perhaps his mind was occupied with ideas of how he could support us. Now I think I can understand how much he wished he could spend the quality time with his family.
Distant "boom, boom, boom" reverberated deep in our heart and resonated with reminiscence.