... If I lived here, opening a cupcake shop might be a good career move. They're certainly expensive treats and the demand is present.
My original intention had been to watch fireworks from the Iwo Jima memorial across the river, but in a way I'm thankful for having experienced the 4th of July at the national mall. The explosions of the fireworks were almost tangible in the way that they reached through space to rock you in your own skeleton. What an indescribable feeling.
James, Abby, and I walked home quietly, surrounded by pandemonium as so many people pushed their way away from the national mall. Capitol Police shouted instructions, their red-and-blue car lights strobing up and down the normally-sleepy streets.
The frenetic hum of activity and the popping of firecrackers and fireworks continued tirelessly into the night, a different type of street-song lullaby in the city I've called home for the past five weeks.