i've been listening to lady winehouse endlessly.
...it's a bit absurd. but i just can't stop.


haven't celebrated the fourth at all.
when i was younger, i would spend almost every single summer with my grandparents.
they live near this beautiful murky lake, and i remember it was always so enchanting to be there on the 4th.
sometimes we would go out in my grandfather's boat at night when the lake was cool and calm. human voices were silent while tree-frogs and cicadas gently swayed the night's symphony into our ears. toes in lukewarm water. the first firework would shatter within the sky's dark star-filled belly. the crackling. the lingering smoke moseying away, still holding shape. the ones that looked like weeping willows were always my favorite.