I don't remember going to any big fireworks displays as a child, but I do remember the thrill of holding a snapping, sizzling, sparkler in the mid-summer twilight. With a little gasp of excitement, I would grab a sparkler lit by an adult. Even more exciting was trying to light my own from my brother's sparkler before his burned away to nothing. Grasping the fire-tipped wand, I would write my name on the air, watching the letters blaze and disappear.
The silence and darkness after all the sparklers were finished seemed like a question to the night. From far away, the stars seemed to ask deeper questions. Suddenly, the back door light was flipped on and my mom stepped out onto the porch, and the answer to all the questions seemed evident: This is Home. These grassy fields, this old brick house, this small earth tumbling through space, and these star-filled expanses of infinity - all of this is Home.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you a sense of belonging.