by Kazu
The first shot was made a little bit after eight. Most of the audiences were near the lift station or twice light-emitting objects. The fireworks exploded below the altitude of our lift. When the hillside was in the fog two weeks before, the cloud and fog turned brighter and more white.
We could really enjoy the scenery and the art of gunpowder as well as the art of emitting optical fiber made by the local Maestro. The sounds of explosion were resounding in the silence and darkness.
We could forget everything for a while. Just watching and listening to the fireworks, we soaked ourselves in the atmosphere like in the dream. Blown by the comfy winds on the hillside, we were so refreshed but getting hungry a little bit.
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